(early morning birds chirping)
has me hating the
emotions that come with it
never knew what it was like to actually
feel or heal
a wound
just pour that OLD NO. 7
on it until it numbs
or i pass out
it's easy to smile
when my nights
are always three shots in
three lines
out
been self medicating since i was 14
girls must of walked hand
in
hand
with the drugs
so much older now
I've un-stitched the pabst
from my right hand
and the glass of whiskey
from my left
and all I want to do is hold you
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