by 11pm everyone is drunk
Sounds just like the usual,
Everybody wants to know how he is
The problem is I don't know
Cause like my gods with me,
Hear them play a song on repeat
Henry Thomas singing with me
Are the lips taste bittersweet?
These white walls keep staring at me
Tell me we were right there
Thoughts on plain white ink
Used to be blurry back then
Now somebody else can write on them
Now somebody else can write on them
When I get back, nobody's home
Everything is just like I left it
that all his clothing is gone
And the frame by the door is now empty
I painted the walls in the
He picked it but I never liked the color
The first thing I do is turn the radio on
Even though I don't mind the silence,
cause I, my, God's building me
Heading new goals, got my way
Hear them play a song on repeat
Dyes and dyes me like it should be
Henry Tomas singing with me
Are the lips taste bittersweet?
These white walls keep staring at me
tell me we were right there
Thoughts and plain white ink
used to be blurry back then
Now somebody else can ride on them
Now somebody else can ride on them
Can ride on them, can ride on them
Now somebody else can ride on them
Can ride on them, can ride on them
Now somebody else can ride on them
Can ride on them, can ride on them
Now somebody else can ride on them
Now somebody else can write on them
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