So we're driving through the southside, I remember your name. Now we're sweating out new stories that could turn this snow to rain. A thousand miles from my home, running from those men I can't pay, just hoping I can find you, I've got something to say. My words are filtered through well whiskey, yours are filled with tact. We talk about that new boy and how you're never coming back. But darling this tow's torn the flesh from your bones. Home is where you make it, but you ain't got your own. All the girls hide their years with cheap drinks and dim lights. Love comes in single servings on these crazy Hollywood nights. All the kids follow the trails across the mirror, inhaling every last drop, they push the bag to their gums. Tonight the only things worse than not being somebody, would be the feeling of not being numb.

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