The Nutcracker Buck Sessions

I stumbled home much too late from drinking
Passed out on the couch in my underwear
Woke up at 4:00 a.m., my head pounding
Something rank and deadly in the air
     She was standing there in the doorway
     Tears streaming from her eyes
     In her hand was a bottle of Pine-Sol
     . . . . Industrial size

She said, It smells like something died in here
And I think it’s our love
It’s an awful stink and baby I think
I’ve finally had enough
It’s making me sick to my stomach
It’s a smell you just can’t get rid of
I think something’s died in here
And I think it’s our love

She’d left me a dozen times because of hygiene
But she always felt sorry and came back to me
Because she knows my sense of smell hasn’t been too good
Since that accident down at the olfactory
     But this time I think she means it
     And living without her won’t be no easy task
     It’s hard to say goodbye to someone you love
     When she’s wearing a gas mask

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I remember when she’d walk around these rooms . . . .
And I think I know what she meant now when she said
That love can’t survive running on fumes

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