I've been questioning myself
While sipping from the worst wines ever made
And cheap hotel whiskeys
Lighting lonely matches to throw on the bathub.
The cold from the bottles, honey
They would tell you a pretty story
Of how doomed was who held onto them.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
I've been questioning myself
While sipping from the worst wines ever made
And cheap hotel whiskeys
Lighting lonely matches to throw on the bathub.
The cold from the bottles, honey
They would tell you a pretty story
Of how doomed was who held onto them.
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