All I can do is lay
Here
Drinking beer
With nothing to say
Always was told “if you don’t have anything nice to say
don’t say anything at all”
So I lay here,
Silently drowning myself in alcohol
Hangover headaches
the price to pay
For the words I don’t wanna say
Another Friday
And things didn’t go my way
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 9:19 PM UTC
All I can do is lay
Here
Drinking beer
With nothing to say
Always was told “if you don’t have anything nice to say
don’t say anything at all”
So I lay here,
Silently drowning myself in alcohol
Hangover headaches
the price to pay
For the words I don’t wanna say
Another Friday
And things didn’t go my way
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