Wisdom Tooth By Visitor

by Cold Foundation Collective

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Lord willing, the scores four nil and/
I’m sore from the floorboards offering assistance/
I snore through the best shit and wake unimpressed/
Saw my angel try to race and make it out of the bed/
Took a jug to the font at my favorite haunt/
I got drunk and hit the ground when she decided to walk/
And I know that she feels it every time that we talk/
It’s a hollowed out stump with initials and a cross/
More feelings to hoard poor children/
Forlorn tears spilling, hanging from the ceiling/
Emaciated villain with a knot in my neck/
Told Bear that I would die if I tried to forget/
Some words reek of lies in her sentences/
If only I could realize what the message is/
Boots on to rally when I find out the truth/
And when they asked my name all I said was Wisdom Tooth/

Dear lord, piss poor, fuck I’m here for?/
Caught an ear full during all the beer pours/
He said he made her spread and even that she wished me dead/
Now I’m shouting out “I wish you fucking cracked my head”/
I’ll be the leader if it means it’s in disguise/
In a far and distant land where I don’t know of peoples lies/
And I’m out of peoples lives, forever, and always/
I’ll still keep the teeth in my pocket into old age/
More fillings, and candy apple drillings/
Laughing like I lost the plot I’m not kidding/
A penny for your pity and a dollar for your wisdom/
When I’m dead I don’t wanna hear a single ‘I miss him’/
And everything is a draw, and everything is oblique/
And not a thing is okay, and here I never do sleep/
Coffee stains and plaque on my shaky planks/
It’s all love, no love, no thanks/

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released September 25, 2021

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