i look up at the sun.
but i can barely see the horizon.
the smoke that fills the sky
stings as i put my eyes on.
after a night of hard drinking,
i can barely see it.
if that makes me a failure.
then so fucking be it.

i am so damn glad
to be a part of a lustful dream
had so many of my own
absurd and obscene
but if it all breaks apart
and there's a broken heart
i guarantee it won't be mine
i got outta the way. just in the nick of time

pardon me sir.
can i get my courtesy call.
now that i'm dried out.
staring at the wall...

all the lovely ladies
they make me look insane
i might as well just try
and see if i can guess their game.
but there is no unwrapping a gift
with someone else's name
looks like i'm shit outta luck
with no one left to blame.

but myself
love upon the shelf.
a shirt that tells the public.
it won't suck itself


Lyrics submitted by ShakeyFan2

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