If I struggle with the answer
For the price of these beers,
Please let me get on by,
For it’s a wonder I’m still here.
We’re swarming through headlights
As we make our way through town,
The women fix their heels and lipstick,
Whilst the streets fill up with sound.
And I can’t think about tomorrow
Over the loudness of my shirt,
An imitation of new Hawaii:
Throw a rainbow over hurt.
Yet still I say ‘thank you’
As you throw up in my face,
Then I’ll pour you another *****
Everything can be replaced.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
If I struggle with the answer
For the price of these beers,
Please let me get on by,
For it’s a wonder I’m still here.
We’re swarming through headlights
As we make our way through town,
The women fix their heels and lipstick,
Whilst the streets fill up with sound.
And I can’t think about tomorrow
Over the loudness of my shirt,
An imitation of new Hawaii:
Throw a rainbow over hurt.
Yet still I say ‘thank you’
As you throw up in my face,
Then I’ll pour you another *****
Everything can be replaced.
c
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