Smoke goes up, drinks go down. Ain't gonna stop till I'm damn near drown. I'll pay tomorrow with a head that pounds. But as for now let's just get lost and found.
I Saw you on Sunday
I saw you on sunday
In your saturday Clothes
Laughung as if there was another day to the weekend
I shivered cold in that old house that creeked confessions and smelled of forgotten love
Smoking one of those hangover cigs that you know is just going to make you sick but you light up any way
That has always been you.
Your wrapped me in your meaningless arms
And I knew you were going to come into me
Filling me for another week with self doubt
And those late night internal dialouges where I try to convince myself that I'm in love with you.
I don't even like myself
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