Winter Wouldn’t Be So Cold If I Could Wear Your Skin

Winter Wouldn’t Be So Cold If I Could Wear Your Skin

By: Nick Workman

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Bored as a monkey

Trapped in a damn cage

Mama always told me

To act my damn age

But I can’t read the next chapter

Cuz s**t’s stuck on the damn page

I’m sick of these tattoos

But they’re permanent I guess

They remind me of a worse time

When I knew so much less

Let me spark up my blunt

And get rid of this stress

Forget about everything

How I used to be

I wish I could visualize

Everything I used to see

But I’m a changed man now

And this is all news to me

Map out a new life

New goals and addictions

I don’t have a doctor

But I always have prescriptions

I’m not scared, but happy

I embrace these afflictions

New and exciting

But dangerous and sexy

Like dating a stripper

But a different complexity

I’m not talking skin, though

I’ve got hers next to me

I’m talking about habits

And how I’ve acquired them all

I’m talking about how

I chose drugs over basketball

I keep talking and talking

But on my next trip, I’ll fall

I’m a heavy m**********r

So catch me if you can

I bumped into the devil today

That b***h apologized and ran

I can’t blame him though

I’m a Hell of a man

Well maybe I am

It’s not for me to assess

And it all just depends

On how much I digress

And what I finally make

Of the flithy f*****g mess