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You say you came back for me, Yet here I am completely alone. The day you came back to me, It almost felt like I was at home. I don't even know what to think - Your silence has alarms sounding. So I guess I'll have another drink - I can't swim and I am drowning. To you, I'm just not important; You put everything above me. I grab for something imported; My whiskey always loves me. So another line I start pouring, As my feelings are faded - It's six fifty five in the morning, And I am ******* wasted. -Corbin
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
I Am Fu*king Wasted
You say you came back for me, Yet here I am completely alone. The day you came back to me, It almost felt like I was at home. I don't even know what to think - Your silence has alarms sounding. So I guess I'll have another drink - I can't swim and I am drowning. To you, I'm just not important; You put everything above me. I grab for something imported; My whiskey always loves me. So another line I start pouring, As my feelings are faded - It's six fifty five in the morning, And I am ******* wasted. -Corbin
Last line finished at 6:55A.M. with 8 or 9 shots of four roses double barrel whiskey in me. Cheers.
corbin-holbert
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
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