4 Cold Walls

Bourbon whiskey, weed, and wine

Red and blues filling up this April Stillwater sky

Got me walking this line

Cuff these hands stumbling high

Reading me my rights as they're calling in a 10-7-5

Looks like I'm doing some time

Mind's racing, hands shaking, lord can you give me a sign

Four cold walls painted grey

Shitty thing with uppers if you want to come down you caint

18 hours to wait

My thoughts keep spinning can't see straight

Try to place these pieces of what happened after Gypsy Cafe

Oh, it's a little too late.

Mind's racing, hands shaking, heart won't slow it's pace

I'm a sucker for the feeling even if it's bitter to the taste

Mind's racing, hands shaking, heart won't slow it's pace

I'm a sucker for the feeling even if it's bitter to the taste

Bitter to the taste