leeches are outta the job lyrics
by June Henry
Bloodletting the blister
Biting out the splinter
Still excoriating
Trying to do it
In less excruciating ways
Guess I’m a fighter
Puff my chest in the prescience of a bad man
But my voice has gotten higher
And he doesn’t take me seriously with the ringlets
I’ve got a past here
There’s a hearse in the backyard that’s got me thinking about
Where I’ll go after
The show and when the rest of my life lеads me
Did I do good things?
Did I cut my losses just in time
Or did I hold on
Too long just to havе something that was all mine?