Tuesday, August 18, 2015

A Song for the Lonely

The night was far spent and all I could think about
Was my dead dog and how you're not around
I was cussin' at God, telling Him to bring ya back
Or to take you away

How do I go so low
When I try to fly high?
Swimming in bottles
Til my bottles run dry
And I look at your picture
But I know that you're a lie
That I tell myself to rob my self of sleep

I threw me a party and invited all o' my friends
Jose and Jack and Captain Morgan
I figured they come and help me to forget
But all they could talk about is you!

How do I go so low
When I try to fly high?
Swimming in bottles
Til my bottles run dry
And I look at your picture
But I know that you're a lie
That I tell myself to rob my self of sleep


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