No longer on the bar stool,
But still intoxicated,
Still living within a haze,
He's not sure what is real anymore,
What happened in reality, what happened in a daze
He's not sure what is real anymore,
and So the bottle is where he stays
Anthony is digging his hole deeper and deeper,
Trying to block out what he did,
As if the drink and the drugs could steeper,
Or as if her body, he kept hid,
Well at least, he thought he did
Well at least He thought he kept her body hid,
at least he thought he did
Rumors and whispers start to spread,
It's just a matter of time before someone realizes
That she is dead,
At this rate,
he isnt thinking straight,
He is in denial, too much Drink to his head,
Too many needles to his arm,
Too many whores to his bed,
and It's too late now, for him to even take alarm,
He doesn't realize that it's wrong
He doesn't see the harm,
That his brain and his friends are gone
They say Lost Lake is haunted,
Or maybe it's just cursed,
To plague the minds of the guilty,
For what they have or haven't done,
But it's alright, its okay, But it's alright, he's got a gun
Hes walking the midnight shore,
He's breathing in the November air,
Some clouds in the sky, slight chance it'll pour,
But there's one thing for sure,
Soon he'll be no more,
It's 3 a.m., and he's hallucinating,
He's seeing things he knows cannot exist,
This is his last chance
And now he cannot resist,
He opens fire, on everything in sight
Every tormenting spirit,
And every bump in the night.
its too late now,
For what has been coming for him,
There's no other place for blame to fall,
But on him
He fled the accident as soon as he hit her,
He could of sworn she was dead,
He could of sworn he killed her
He lost his mind as soon as he hit her,
He could have sworn she was dead
He could have sworn he killed her
He never stuck around long enough,
He jumped the gun,
He couldn't bare to stay, it was too damn tough,
(repeat)
The first thing he thought to do wa