Sitting in my car
But we don’t drive very far
The miles
Go gway from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm
So we sit at this table with our hands in
Aim high, but shoot low
Our mission is to bring
Would You open up my eyes, so I can see
I take a walk down to the shore
and I wonder
I think i'm running out of sympathy
promises you've made
but never
Your shirts are pressed
Your words are planned
Your jeans are ripped
Your
"your body aches from all the alcohol you’ve drank
but
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