Chats. Beers. Cigarettes. Hangs. Repeat.
One of us needed last night more than any of us. Sucks that I couldn't stop thinking about it. Sucks that I couldn't be there for him.
Stumblin' around and I'll be fucked,That the sun had the guts to rise on us today. How many hands would it take to count the nights I've lied awake?
One of us needed last night more than any of us. Sucks that I couldn't stop thinking about it. Sucks that I couldn't be there for him.
Stumblin' around and I'll be fucked,That the sun had the guts to rise on us today. How many hands would it take to count the nights I've lied awake?
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