Lyrics

Roach up your ticket I know we won't go I'll be your bodyguard I'll wear my own clothes We'll sit on the back steps Voyeurs to the show You could always come clean you know 'Cause I've been smoking until I lose myself I've been painting pictures of you that make no sense But I'm getting close to the answer Acknowledged a trend If we start drinking heavily the walls might stop shrinking Let's get drunk in your car We made a mess of the city A half mumbled calling to arms Let's not drink in the bar Can't even finish this bottle From bottle to bottle we go From bottle to bottle 'Cause I got so caught up in a moment I barely even noticed I'd changed And then you coloured me in Showed me sin Absolute truth settled in We can't be friends so let's be fucking serious then From bottle to bottle Breathe it in The truth is terrifying
Writer(s): Thomas Weeks, Charlie Piper, Max Weeks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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