I get drunk to forget myself
And for a little while, pretend I am someone else
Tortured souls feel the most
And me myself and I, don't mean to boast
But I've seen all the coasts
Swallowing me up whole
Pretty words don't mean much when I constantly drink in the ugly
I used to think alone was better
That if I was the one to hurt me
It would feel better than leave myself open for someone to scar me
But the winter winds are blowing from the skies
And this autumn jacket lining is frail and thin
Sipping on bottles of reoccurring notions
Soaring through broken promises
Don't leave me lonely
One foot, another day
Once more, the hallowing wind
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
I get drunk to forget myself
And for a little while, pretend I am someone else
Tortured souls feel the most
And me myself and I, don't mean to boast
But I've seen all the coasts
Swallowing me up whole
Pretty words don't mean much when I constantly drink in the ugly
I used to think alone was better
That if I was the one to hurt me
It would feel better than leave myself open for someone to scar me
But the winter winds are blowing from the skies
And this autumn jacket lining is frail and thin
Sipping on bottles of reoccurring notions
Soaring through broken promises
Don't leave me lonely
One foot, another day
Once more, the hallowing wind
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