He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Nothing was the usual in that bar
Ordering a drink never meant that was what you got
Rarely did it matter since everyone was there for the ambiance
Magical unicorns walking around seemed to be enough
Giving money away like it was going out of style
Reaching deep into their wallet to make everything happen
And boy did they. They were a walking talking party
From sunup till way past sundown, sometimes for twenty-four hours straight
Then one day their aunt realized where her money was going, and he suddenly had none.
Making that walk down the hallway, her feet heavier with each step
If she had more time to think, more time to make sure, more time to know if this was right
She was now having doubts, yet here she was wearing white and wondering if she had an “I do” in her.
Everyone was waiting, but looking down that aisle felt like she was walking her last…
Been cheating on me, okay I get it
Obviously I bore you because I’m just a cowgirl
Ordinary with a drawl, but let me tell you about country girls
These feet are definitely made for walking
So as Flo used to say, “Kiss my girts!”
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Emaciated emotional state
Means he didn’t even feel numb
Pushing aside those around him who care
The worst part was normally he was so full of life
Yet here he was, a walking black hole of nothingness
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Don’t you understand how good of a price this is?
Even shipping and handling is free, so how can you pass on this?
And if you want two, well we’ll throw that second one in on us.
Let your fingers do the walking and call us now. Operators are standing by.
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Coughing white steam while walking
Oblivious to the icicles forming his beard
Losing feeling in all exposed body parts
Deciding the Caribbean was a place he needed to be
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Until I had breathed my last I had never thought about my mortality
Now those last few moments I wondered a lot about it through the pain
Death, as I found out, can be a tricky subject now
Even as I felt my heartbeat that last time I knew something was wrong
All I wanted to do was move for a light, or into space, or anywhere else than this body
Damned that I get to be a walking corpse for the rest of eternity. Kill me now!
You know you’re tired when…
All you can think about is closing your eyes, but you’re driving
Walking along the sidewalk and you wonder if sleepwalking is a real thing
Not being able to talk because your mouth is wide open as you…
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