Jack

Tired of feeling diseased Under the bed full of fleas I'll watch your back when you call Counting minutes till the fall I hope that it won't steal your last breath Cause I want it Living life with no relief I feel it coming like a sneeze I bet my life if I want too Baking biscuits right beside you I hope that it won't steal your last breath Cause I want too Running on scrapped knees Right before he leaves I'm not trying to please I'm not trying to Make no mistake I'm gonna try My home will never satisfy Now he's in my bed Safely in my bed Must be nice to be fed