Song 16 on Be Good LP by Patrick Porter C. 2019, bring yr own bathos publishing
lyrics
Sitting Alone Like The Baltimore Colts
Saddle up
To swing my spine
Count the clocks
To catch the time
Pop the box
To pop your pills
Watch the wife
Worry about bills
Summer ends
And summer starts
Try to find
My missing parts
Rubber duck
Dunked and dried
The world is out there
So I just stay inside
Sweating in the Texas sun
Wishing that I owned a gun
Where is anyone?
Now I’m sitting alone
Like the Baltimore Colts
Now I’m sitting alone
Like the Baltimore Colts
Glass of ice
Pint of rum
Feel exactly like
What I’ve become
A kept man
With no upkeep
In a house
On a suburban street
So settle in
And burrow hard
Count the stars
In the backyard
Bad husband
Sneaks cigars
The red one
Is probably still Mars
Sitting in the Texas sun
Plop some BBQ on my bun
Skull me with a slaughterhouse bolt
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