I'm at the end of my rope, I fashioned into a noose.
God its been such a shitty winter, filled with beer tabs
And bottle tops, keggers and run ins with the cops
We made out like bandits I got caught red handed.
So I guess I wore my heart on my sleeve
And I mistook your drunkeness for sincerity.
Chalk it up to experience
Fuck it up to experience.
And Still I clinged to it the late night phone calls
And this perfect connection through bad reception (yeah right)
Is it hanging up or hanging out?
Missed trains busy signals stalling cars.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI