It rains it pours
And I'm not to sure
If I should really be here
When I want to be there
But when it all dries up
We'll go to a cloudy curb
And get drunk
Cuz we all flunked
And when the skies open again
It bleeds from the heavens
And I hear her screams and shouts
From the dark gray clouds
Lifting up our mysery
Just take my pain away from me
But it's not that kind
So I'll chug more whine
Or any booze of the sort
Yeah...uh...sure...it's my last resort
Or mabye the first
Jump into that hurst
Before it drives away
Come back to stay
Haha your not dead
Don't it give head
So here's a gun
To end this awful upcoming pun
Please shoot me
To end my mysery
Bang
Thanks for the claim
I'll make sure to put in a good word
But I don't think I'm going that way
Oh wait
Too late
Did I tell you I'm not ok?
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