Away from the town where you’ve made the bars home.
You can never save up enough to buy a
You can never save up enough to buy a
Way out of your problems.
Each shot becomes an expression of the regret
You can’t swallow, so you fill your cup again.
Settling for being empty and never quenched,
Each shot becomes an expression of the regret
You can’t swallow, so you fill your cup again.
Settling for being empty and never quenched,
Each drink is more desperate than the last.
You cycle between the highs and lows of your
Glass only to come to understand
You drank yourself away years ago.
And you can’t get that time back.
You cycle between the highs and lows of your
Glass only to come to understand
You drank yourself away years ago.
And you can’t get that time back.
And you cope with the bottles,
And you love them
Because the booze blacks out the scene
Of your buddy’s head exploding;
The cold glass feels better than the warm blood
From when you bandaged another’s bullet wound;
Because it was hot in the desert and the
Whiskey pulses flame through your heart and mind.
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