The Stomach of the Earth - Teen Suicide

Will I rest my head in heaven

Or will I sleep in the stomach of the earth?

I’m not afraid of what might happen

Getting dressed for work

I’m crying through my haircut

Deep in the stomach of the earth

A quiet day, I show up drunk to the bank of America

The viciousness of the glee club was legendary

The kind of thing you tell stories of for the next few centuries

I watched the beauty of the world condensed

Tipping too much on a twenty dollar check