Centipede

I have a roommate that makes me sick
I have a partner that keeps me awake
Now near my bed there’s a stick
It’s always there for Christ sake!

Have changed my life, I’ve got to say
I’m a lot more careful in every sense
And always praying it goes away
I feel surrounded, I’ve put a fence

I bought a poison, for my defense
But it’s trespassing in all the ways
I’ve feel attacked, I’ve been offended
I’ve lost my peace, even my pace…

It’s on my mind, down in my brain
Since I’ve founded it into my drain
I’m not a murderer I’m just scared
But I’ll kill it there won’t be trades.