Slouch
Jordan Scott McLaughlin
I suppose if you're not out again
You can tuck me in
I suppose if you're not stoned again
You can give me a ride home
There's a white board inside
That lonesome drive
You should write your thoughts down
These letters of all of these words in your head
Well they show your life out
You've held yourself up from this slouch
You should use your words now
Everyone and everything
There could be a meaning
But maybe it's just death