2 a.m. approaches, so of course i'm still drinking sitting under the stars, getting lost, simply thinking and i lose myself in the night, as i'm sinking goodbyes never come soon enough
notes scribbled out into rhymes never serving a purpose other than clearing my mind taking all the ugly stuff out and turning it into something else
i've always had a hard time taking advice i make every wrong choice, at the very least, twice and sometimes it's hard to realize that i'm the one thing that stands in my way
i've been shuffling pennies inside my pocket and hearing them jingle as i take more and more steps in the wrong direction