There comes a time when a man's gotta choose
A time
In her voice I sensed reality
So I walked out through
Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin'
With a sense
Out of key with my time
Banned from streets of
Such a long while now
Since my highs dropped to lows
Well,
I'm mad, conveniently sad
By things I want and never had
And
Through denials and stupid trials
I can't hide but I can
Lookin' up from your wayside ditch now
Lookin' up from the
Spare me, I don't need your yappin'
I got directions thrown
You don't seem to love me anymore these days
Happiness is
Oh honey
Goes to work and looks sedate
But honey
She will help
You're a knife to his gun
When you're bored
He's out having
Sweet little 16 is just getting sober
Trying to recover from
Staying straight, got me so strung out
Being sure just put
Hey girl, you'll land it
You've got supplies if they demand
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