Shark Week

My baby's lying in bed, a bit fuzzy in her head, a sea of snacks and a pile of weed

Every moment is hard and she can't trust a fart, but I'm here for whatever she may need

I will fight by her side in the dark I'm her light, guiding her to the porcelain throne

When she can't walk on her legs, I'll be there when the levy breaks

Through this trying time she isn't alone

Shark Week's upon us yet again, oh, the great white of the south has reared its ugly fucking head

Shark Week has overtaken her poor heart, like a kitten in a microwave, her insides blow apart

My baby can't help but bleed, the toilet is her crime scene

So much so that she won't let me below

But when the red river flows, you'll see me taking dirt roads