moved from dorm life, to a mattress on the floor.
doing what you're told, saying hail marys to a crooked cross.
forget the fly on the wall, im the elephant behind bars.
finding a closet to shove inquiries in, a dead bolt and padlock away.
telling mommy and daddy you'll join the work force soon,
their checks cut to the dealer down the road
every night it's you and a leather belt,
every sunrise it's less feelings felt.
every plungy you take through tissues,
empties whats left of daddys funds.
you won't stop till youre in an elephant graveyard
this is allston rat city
bostons necropolis.
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