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My bottle of cheap red wine I bought at the store down the street.
And itâs filled with bad ideas and intentions for the friends I hate.
And I canât say I remember what exactly Iâm doing here.
Well Iâm rotten after a blackout while youâre chasing shots with your beer.
Well Iâll warn you later heâs still sleeping all alone.
And heâs waiting for you to finish this so come home.
Look for stability in complacency; youâre always under covers.
And the smell of sweat from the under, blood anthems for old lovers.
And Iâm counting days and nights.
When I lost track of the whenâs and whereâs, but at least I got the faces clear.
And youâre moving out of range.
And youâre keeping track of the howâs and whyâs, and my careless thoughts and my bullshit lies.
Now Iâm counting days and nights.
And I lost track of the whenâs and whereâs, but at least I got the faces clear.
And youâre moving out of range.
And youâre keeping track of the howâs and whyâs, and my careless thoughts and my bullshit.
My bullshit lies.
My lies.