I can still hear myself
From the night before
The feeling that my words
Came from the liquor store
Most likely was alright
Among friends after all
When I see myself cringe
That's quality control
You'll be fine after today
The memories go away
Next week we'll be so different
Don't worry about precedence
The pleasure and the shame
Well you can have it all
Oversized butter knives
Stuck in the kitchen drawer
Not making any sense
I keep on switching lanes
You only have one life
Tomorrow I'll do the same
Same, same
