Piss Drunk on a Lonely Sunday

Piss drunk on a lonely Sunday

Tossed out like a drug store souvenir

Fucked up, and I'm wishing you were here

Piss drunk on a lonely Sunday

Staring out at the cold November rain

Empty bottles are listening to ache

You were on your way up

I was already down

When you crept up the stairs

Without making a sound

Best of luck to disease

And the fallout that comes along with it

With it

Piss drunk on a lonely Sunday

Tossed out like a drug store souvenir

Fucked up, and I'm wishing you were here

I'm piss drunk on a lonely Sunday

Staring out at the cold November rain

Empty bottles are listening to ache

You were on your way up

I was already down

When you crept up the stairs

Without making a sound

Best of luck to disease

And the fallout that comes along with it

With it

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