you know i already wrung you out for songs two years ago don't make me do it again
i watch my friends feel colours and it's all they talk about i want to go home
i count mouthfuls, and you sink into a beer when i walk past
i make a point to drink you out because i'm an adult now
my head is the deep end no diving in here
i curl up on your bed blinders on you know
i can't handle handle my liquor
i wonder where do i go if i drink myself there
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