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Sunday, May 4th, 2008
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9:56p
All she wanted was a little bit of solid
Feels like love, it doesn't matter what you call it
Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish
Break another promise and take me as a hostage
Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around
Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy
It's all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar
Spill a little bit of blood on the street
Take a little time and try to count the seconds
pour me another so I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
Pour me another so I could forget you now
Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun
She dosn't listen so he dosn't speak anymore
Nobody's winning because neither is keeping score
Don't wanna think no more just let me drink some more
Live life tipsy, stiff if it don't fit right with me
Kiss my whiskey, lift my lips, press to my angel swallow it and leave her empty bottle on the table
Let the past fall making faces at that clock on the back wall
Countdown to the last call, ask all these people that make sounds
Couches and floors, and drunk best friends, whores, and tattooed hands
Cities and secrets and cats and vans
Good times, laughter, bad decisions
Mornings after and walks of shame
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