meet me on dim lit street curbs
picking up the grief my stomach gave up
filling an empty bottle with tears
haven't felt the same, I haven't
I fill the void and pick up the pieces
plenty of time to think, jail's quiet enough
detox knows the way, so tonight
I'll pound another bottle, till life isn't lonely
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC
meet me on dim lit street curbs
picking up the grief my stomach gave up
filling an empty bottle with tears
haven't felt the same, I haven't
I fill the void and pick up the pieces
plenty of time to think, jail's quiet enough
detox knows the way, so tonight
I'll pound another bottle, till life isn't lonely
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