Do what you like 

you dont have to be nice 

just pour yourself a cup of coffee 

leave anytime you dont have to be right 

youve gotta live the best you know how 



and if you love well that should be enough 

instead it turns your joy int0 sorrow 

and i cant breath with the dust of retreat 

im choking on the fumes of my wayward back 



my women lied 

she was a witch in disguise 

and she dressed her wounds 

in sackcloth and ashes 

the children weep 

at their dead mothers feet 

her husbands drunk 

a wolf in a sheepskin coat 



and when we kissed 

it didnt feel poisonous 

and when you cried 

i dried off your blue eyes 

she smiles at me as she is falling asleep 

says we've gotta live 

the best we know how to