your mind Baby I can sense this much When it comes to your love I feel like I'm losing my touch You're not buying this anymore My lies have come
green ones Yes yes, I'm parkin' on your porch and I'm barging in your doors And I'm drinkin' up your shit till I'm barfin' on your walls Usually end up
I'm twenty-two and I live at home And I hate my shitty job and shitty wage. I feel like I need an attitude adjustment. When the transformation's over
a bleach blonde tramp, and she's probably getting frisky... right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey
I stood behing that bar till closing time I served cold beer, warm whiskey, and Rotgut Wine Now I'm up here on the stage Everybody knows my name And I
that she's drunk and I'm thinking I'm about to get lucky... Right now I'm in here dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom polo... But I don?t know
always define the endless march of pushing ruthlessly to the light. Well, if I?m gonna be dying then I?m gonna get high and scream until I?m not feeling
whiskey trying to drink you off my mind There ain?t enough bourbon behind this bar And I ain?t got that kinda time So I?m gonna stand while I can and
I was ten The worst part is right now I can?t remember One good thing happening I have whiskey on my breath and I?m stammering A slurred request for
I can't read your mind Baby I can sense this much When it comes to your love I feel like I'm losing my touch You're not buying this anymore My lies
torn and now laid bare i'll take you to my little room i'll play you "fly me to the moon" relax, i'm clean and blind and free you won't gain anything