Smokes my cigarette just like it's her last
All kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me
And it echoes back under the overpass downtown
She likes to watch the sun come up but looks like she don't care if it ever does
Says it almost always looks the same
Screwing up her face, she laughs like her left eye ain't still black or anything
I think that's why I like her anyway
One more night to kill, days that leave us still
Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
She shakes like anyone, strung out, she's almost done
Hoping for something else less like this living
All I got is what you see, a beat up face and a world full of enemies
Tying off her arm, she jokes, I'd trade this all for one more hit of dope
It's easy when you're high as this and drunk as shit to make it another day
I think that's why I'm still here anyway
One more night to kill, days that leave us still
Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
She shakes like anyone, strung out, she's almost done
Hoping for something else less like this living hell
It sure gets fucking lonely living
Like the only way to go is out
It sure gets fucking lonely living
Like the only way to go is out
She talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well Smokes my cigarette just like it's her last All kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me And it echoes back under the overpass downtown She likes to watch the sun come up but looks like she don't care if it ever does Says it almost always looks the same Screwing up her face, she laughs like her left eye ain't still black or anything I think that's why I like her anyway One more night to kill, days that leave us still Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores She shakes like anyone, strung out, she's almost done Hoping for something else less like this living All I got is what you see, a beat up face and a world full of enemies Tying off her arm, she jokes, I'd trade this all for one more hit of dope It's easy when you're high as this and drunk as shit to make it another day I think that's why I'm still here anyway One more night to kill, days that leave us still Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores She shakes like anyone, strung out, she's almost done Hoping for something else less like this living hell It sure gets fucking lonely living Like the only way to go is out It sure gets fucking lonely living Like the only way to go is out Explain Request ×
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