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If loose lips sink ships Then this buzz has unanchored the foot in my mouth And now I really have some **** to say Because the only time my mouth might look like it were about to launch torpedoes is Now Similar to blowing a bubble Or anticipating a kiss I aim to sink heavy metal devils with this drunken word stumble I am done feeling lost in your sea Waiting for your wind to take me away from unrequited To simply sunken Bring on your lovely devils And apology notes I’ll grit my teeth and bear it I mean pretending not to care has never really been easy for me I mean if I were an ostrich I’d have my head in the ground right now But thank god for beer And best friends who owe you money And the silence and patience it takes to decipher The mental drunken slur of “Stop hurting me like that” Like Frank Sinatra said “The best part about waking up with a hangover is the only thing you have to look forward to is feeling better” I can’t wait to feel better So bring on your jazz and work me up And trumpet your lies Mock love forgiveness This headache was worth the trouble of forgetting Sea foam Beer foam Either way I’m drowning with this ship And either way I’m waking up Missing you And regretting everything I’ve said
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Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
Drunk Psalms
If loose lips sink ships Then this buzz has unanchored the foot in my mouth And now I really have some **** to say Because the only time my mouth might look like it were about to launch torpedoes is Now Similar to blowing a bubble Or anticipating a kiss I aim to sink heavy metal devils with this drunken word stumble I am done feeling lost in your sea Waiting for your wind to take me away from unrequited To simply sunken Bring on your lovely devils And apology notes I’ll grit my teeth and bear it I mean pretending not to care has never really been easy for me I mean if I were an ostrich I’d have my head in the ground right now But thank god for beer And best friends who owe you money And the silence and patience it takes to decipher The mental drunken slur of “Stop hurting me like that” Like Frank Sinatra said “The best part about waking up with a hangover is the only thing you have to look forward to is feeling better” I can’t wait to feel better So bring on your jazz and work me up And trumpet your lies Mock love forgiveness This headache was worth the trouble of forgetting Sea foam Beer foam Either way I’m drowning with this ship And either way I’m waking up Missing you And regretting everything I’ve said
jon-tobias
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Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
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