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Knew some day

My luck would fade

Was running too fast.



So I say "goodnight",

Oh and

The Ambien says sweet dreams too

And since when do men grow up

To become so prude?



And if I pray to Jesus,

What are my odds of getting laid?



Slimmer than I?

And if I sulk, and even cry,

Would you bat just one eye?



So I sit alone,

In the fortress of my home.

This same old shit

Is getting rather ridiculous.



And you sit alone,

On the couch that I own

And I can't help but get pissed off.

Where the fuck does any one get off?