On my bike to the Liquorstore
Struck down by whiskey
Regrets are for tomorrow
Right now I want more
I lost my head
In drunken spirals
But I've got sticks
And drum away
A twitch, a twist
A ****** from the wrist
And we talked
And wrote a song
On the bike to the Liquorstore
Just bought sigarettes
Cause we smoked them all
Aint my time
Aint my turn
To feel ****
To let the bad unfurl
Been away for a while, hope inspiration keeps coming. As always, tips and comments welcome. Wrote it when I was drunk so might a bit of cohesion.
