I should lay around and curse the day
that I fell apon your sword
Cause I'm a poor boy
and your smile is a drug
that I can't afford
anymore

your tongue tied talker with sleepy eyes
that always get the last word
you're not broken
you're just tired and it shows

when you're done acting tough
you only take two and a quater to get f****ed up
and when you say you're in love
you just sound like your giving up

to say I'll be alright would be a risky bet
'cause I'm about as good as I'm going to get
these chains are tight
and the courage that I showed
left a long time ago
just so you know

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