time is catching up with us
all theses broken lies
linger on your lips
a beer bottle in your
drunken hand
your heart coal black stone
we're going crazy
your eyes are sunken in
black lines under yoiur eyes
a beer bottle in yoiur
drunken hand
no morelies
no more promises
that ou say
a beer bottle in your
drunken hand
is this how its gonna be?
careless activities
where we all get hurt?
or is it...
your alcoholic brain
a beer botttle in your
drunken hand
i dared opened my eyes
there you were above my bed
half naked at my sight
a beer bottle in your
drunken hand
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