[Bodey]

dear slim, havent wrote you, let me be honest
my life was swell, fell, and roasted to the bottom
your cd comes out late autumn, everyone'll cop 'em
probly cuz you'd gotten us through emotional dysfunction
sometimes i sink in my stresses when i got 'em
like the 8th grade days of fuck it, boiling water
had a sedative or 2, my self-control had faltered
if i was your daughter, guess what you'd've called me?
probably rob zombie
defeated by bacardi, "flus", and roxies
wishin i had killed myself cuz i always thought i'd want 'em
hated you until the very day; recovery rippled the van
the van that drove us around while we lived away from fam
it was weird to me then, my head would flicker in the sand
first cd that didnt punish you with whats wack from the few last
anyways, i hope you get a chance to make it smash
light a match, november 4th, is my birth, thought i'd mention that