i am smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me on

my birthday deathbed



i am smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me

'cause i'm dead & bloated



yeah, and she says

it's natural

i feel i've come of age

when she peeks i start to run



you can't swallow what

i'm thinking



i run through the world

thinkin' 'bout tomorrow



i am trampled under sole of

another man's shoes

guess i walked too softly