They amputated you from me, forgetting we run on the same blood. They're surgeons playing mechanics, turning us into separate machines, testing our ability. Without you there's no horsepower. There were days and nights we'd plow through snow and hell together. We even wanted to go the same direction, sometimes.
The washing machine asks what can be done about the spare change left in my pockets Growing up we were well off not rich We still bought marked down bologna Leave it to the millionaires causing a pile up for a dime's sake From here on we hang-dry Eventually we'll all be turned upside down Wet Shaking our little moneymakers
Guy Cramer is from Texas, he's on IG: guy.cramer