Lackthereof
"Safely In Jail"

It's anyone's guess as to where we're going to sleep tonight
I'd always hoped for a 5-star hotel
I'm crossing my fingers (?) when it awakes we'll be safely in jail
I can still taste the smell of mom's cooking after a week of rotting outside
Wooden floors (?) the scars on my nostrils
I can't take a breath without the fresh scent of pie