He takes a drink when nothing's going well
He forgot we had a good thing, no one could ever sell
Empty out the bottle baby
Ill be home, let me be comfort....maybe?
I lost his number
He still has mine, but he's busy
trying to become number
I buried my feelings in him.
He just
wants to be in her
And she can only
sometimes let him
In
So I finally understand how the bottle could win
I finally understand dysfunction, the glory of all sin
And I am utterly familier
With pain,
In the tide of its reign
Sindi
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
He takes a drink when nothing's going well
He forgot we had a good thing, no one could ever sell
Empty out the bottle baby
Ill be home, let me be comfort....maybe?
I lost his number
He still has mine, but he's busy
trying to become number
I buried my feelings in him.
He just
wants to be in her
And she can only
sometimes let him
In
So I finally understand how the bottle could win
I finally understand dysfunction, the glory of all sin
And I am utterly familier
With pain,
In the tide of its reign
Sindi
