Everything's falling down.
The walls all around me,
Crumbling in an instant,
my whole entire town.
The car I used to drive in
sits on my mom's front lawn.
I want to get so wasted.
I need a bottle of gin.
The cops are all after me,
because I have no money.
I got fired from my job.
I think my cat has fleas.
My boyfriend has a girlfriend,
and his girlfriend isn't me.
Give me a 12-gauge shotgun,
and I'll make his heart bend.
Throw down the stepladder,
to help me from this well.
I'll just fall back in, backwards.
So keep it, it don't matter.
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