Waiter Until We’re Closed

She’ll be waiting until she dies

For a better time to live and drive

I know better, we don’t know tomorrow

Hold your cards forever but I’m all in

This could be my last day

Fear has you wrapped your big talk doesn’t make him afraid

You’re not even as thoughtful as you think you are

By far

Bye from afar

Instead of improvement leading to clarity

Games and entertainment put her at ease

Sensations and pleasures so her progress is frozen deep freeze

Never feeling like maintaining chores but will maintain a blunt, drink Coors

Then ask why lights are out in addition locked doors.

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