I used to be straight-edge, but now I’m a drunk.
The Xs on my hands washed off in the flood.
I pissed away everything. I pissed off all who cared.
I drank myself convinced they were never there.
That’s right.
I used to write poetry, but now my intellect has failed.
My once extensive vocabulary is now the casualty of damaged brain cells.
But be that as it may, I say blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...

I once composed music so beautifully,
but now my actions disprove my worth in anything.
So I’ll cry myself awake thinking might as well.
®ret and NOremembering do not mix well,
so I’ll sing myself to sleep in my happy hell mind,
keeping perfect time singing "la la la" songs.
Screaming "la la la" screams.
Dreaming "la la la" dreams.
Singing "la la la" to myself.

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Informal Introduction to King Baby song meanings
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