I wish that I could take back every
Drunken night so selfishly keeping
Myself distant and doubtful and basically and asshole, and I tried to stay young in the womb of a bottle but I just keep getting older and bottles keep piling up.
It's such a foolish attempt to hold on to a time when idiocy had no consequence.
And I'll try to keep singing over the telephone ringing.
Running from the age I should be embracing(we're all so satisfied to be just barely alive) for the lack of anything better to do, for all the shit I have to swallow..
the water vs. the anchor.
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