Fake Weed
Michael Ireland, Vincent Caruana
Tell me when does it stop?
Years ago, you told me I was the broken one.
Then, you married a cop, a thief and an asshole.
Every day's a battle.
Untie your hands.
You'll be in the ground one day.
Get mad. Be brave.
Put your hands on my throat.
Promise to squeeze and don't let go.
Come home and laugh til you choke.
There's the sky that you missed, and it's begging you to pull the stakes up and drive until the clouds are behind you.
Keep scraping and climbing.
Untie your hands.
You'll be in the ground one day.
Get mad. Be brave.
Put your hands on my throat.
Promise to squeeze and don't let go.
You're worth so much more than they ever gave you credit for.
Dig deep down into your guts.
Get mad.
Be brave cuz you'll be in the dirt one day.
