in the event of my forlorn doom
I ask you to show me the broom
to sweep up the floor
and tidy your room
mama works hard everyday
putting food on the table for you and your kin
make mama proud and do your own laundry
get involved around the house
but I don't want to do the dishes
I want to play til my heart desires
is that fair or unknown
let me know so I don't go
the words they bleed out of every pore
thinking about a time we thought more
when will the whispers n the background stop
I'm trying to watch jean luc, and tarantino and welles
the whisper goes louder and i'm going insane
making my back break full of ungodly disdain
the moment of truth, I sit back and listen
pour me some lovin, aint love such a distance
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