sitting d[s]ucks

ots

I had him by the coattails, I didn’t know that he would run

He savored all that he was, just to find the perfect escape

Never did he find the outlet that would save him

And so

Out like a light he went

Crashing through those stairs, the guards carried him off to his prison cell

Take the stellar chain to his grave in Arkansas, where- no doubt

His girlfriend will be waiting, but if his body is here, rotting like the first decay of spring

Who is in his grave

Pretending that everything is alright and no one is hurt?