to the bone

It started so innocent,

A way to get ahead, get some head, hustle that bread.

Then got over again

Under-fed, oh the dread – the shakes, the anger,

Where to go, who to call,

(Gotta make that connection

Make that connection)

What to do when i can’t wrap my hands around

My favorite piece, mirrored ideas, oh those fine lines are just so. . .

What to do when you’re all through?

What will you be without it?

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