This is not a calendar day.
I do not find myself amazed, no.
And if my ego seems bruised, it?s because of you.
I don?t want to pick up the phone; I don?t need to face the wreckage.
Everybody loves honesty, but not the truth.

These drinks are killing me and ending all your honesty.
Your words aren?t poetry, and we?re just caving in.

Is this going to cause a scene, or will it leave me desperate?
This is how it feels to fall in line.
Bright lights outside the bars, oh how it feels to leave this city,
With my back to the world, come on just drive.

These drinks are killing me and ending all your honesty.
Your words aren?t poetry, and we?re just caving in.

?I just wanted to say these things to you?

These drinks are killing me and ending all your honesty.
Your words aren?t poetry, and we?re just caving in.
These drinks, these words, these thoughts I never heard, no.
These drinks, these words, I never knew.


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I Would Sell My Grandmother For A Drink, And You Know How I Love MY Grandmother. song meanings
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