She was strung out on some hard shit, talk and taper
He broke the door on the apartment, knock and razors
Now we’re collecting carts, can’t seem to talk much
So I’ll just wait at the start
I bought her food, sat in the break room clocking nothing
Fuck all these people with their fake spew, where you cutting
No, no one’s cool all the time, god don’t I know that
But you could drop me a line
Been trying to kick it on my own now, got new hobbies
Kentucky bourbon on the phone loud, drop my body
And I’m just floating away, when was this last real
All these years are delayed
And I ain’t see my sister in three years
Hope she’s doing okay at night
Bathroom sink and I’m dumping out my beers
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