nobodys talkin, the airs filled with time
and the juke box is broken dont bother with ya dime
the neons fadin the records theyre all the same
the bottles used to cut deep but theyve lost their edge
and the skys turning gray my eyes are turnin red
and my my mind is set on the night i decided to stay
its cold in this house when the weather gets in
and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin
and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out
and the curse of a d
runk is he’ll
go home a
lone
meet me outback at f
ive meet you th
ere and get
stoned
and we
’ll talk about w
here were
from
and
how we would go b
ack if our sh
ips hadnt s
unk
and im
floatin i
nto the
door
i
m killin my
self fi
ghtin this
civil wa–
ar
im chained to the bar its chained to my seat
and i’d ask her to dance if i could get to my feet
but my boots are too drunk to try and put on a show
well the world stoped turning i crawled into bed
and im ashamed of myself pull the covers over my head
and my stomaches on fire for fear of tomorrow
its cold in this house when the weather gets in
and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin
and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out
and the curse of a d
runk is he’ll
go home a
lone
meet me outback at fi
ve meet you t
here and get sto
ned
and w
e’ll talk about wh
ere were
from
an
d how we would go ba
ck if our sh
ips hadnt s
unk
and im f
loatin in
to the
door
im
killin mys
elf fig
htin this c
ivil wa–
ar
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