alcoholic tuesday
all my friends and their blue jeans,
our cigarettes and our routines,
staying up just to drink,
passing out so we don't think.
we're all fucked up,
we don't care,
we don't care,
we're all fucked up,
we don't care,
we don't care.
sunday comes but no sun rise,
no one comes to make us rise,
lie around like this was spite,
next weekend seems out of sight.
we're all fucked up,
we don't care,
we don't care,
we're all fucked up,
we don't care,
we don't care.
weightless bliss in the air we breathe,
wait lists weakened at the knees,
safe and sad like willow trees,
we are not a dying breed.
we're all fucked up,
we don't care,
we don't care,
we're all fucked up,
we don't care,
we don't care.
cars and bars and under stars,
who we are is never far.
posted by fillshe @ 9:14 PM
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