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ships out within 3 days
Days just go by quicker and our mothers, they get sicker, then they'll die, (and hopefully a fast death) filling rooms with loved ones making sure to have their last words. Maybe call an angel or two, 'cause where I'm going, Mama, I don't think that I can follow you and even if I could, you know, I don't think I'd want to... God is just a billboard's way of saying someone loves you every Sunday, or in my case, back in High School. Forcing you to go and get a whole new group of friends and losing all the best ones you've had. A jealousy, consuming every chance to find new love. Forced to stand attention till the tide has come and gone. If I'm forced to love you, then at least make me your man, and if I'm forced to serve you, then at least show me your plan. Then bury all my bones beneath the ground for one last show then crack open a cold one once you're done and have one for me.