Sad13 – Third Rodeo Lyrics

Third Rodeo – Sad13 Lyrics

No, you aren't the first

That honor goes to the one who drank me down

'Til nary a pulse produced complaints, I said I was okay

I got on a plane, took NyQuil for pain

Spoke at the conference, coherent but ashamed

Addressing the crowd like I was allowed to speak with authority

I've got none over me

Back at the hotel bar, I exhumed my lung into a gin

And every hand I shook was damp and full of sniveling

No, you aren't the second

That ribbon goes to the one who tucked me in

But I've takеn lessons

So I can run my own errands

Today, I fold all my clothes, spray salt up my nosе

Take naps when I'm tired and work on my prose

You aren't the first

Looks like the third time's triply charming, not a curse