Depakote Songtext
von drunk uncle

Conceding variety
For a bi-weekly thirty-five dollars
So come over next week for bland pasta
The messy graphite of my reused grocery list
Next to a paper prescription script


I′m running really fast, leaned forward
Tall, sharp grass cutting my arms and legs
I don't care really
My shoes are too small and they hurt my feet
We could never afford new ones
I don′t care really
It was good to see you then
It's hard to see you now

Pills and figure eights
In a blank stare
In an argument
Cause at this point honestly
I don't care (Hah, hah, hah)
Honestly (Hah, hah, hah)
I don′t care really (Hah, hah, hah)