Thirtyfive

Same song, same drink And the same old ways That keep you hanging on so low You kept your ashtray by the bed For the tears and smiles you had But now you're doing fine I'm so sick and tired of counting the days That keep me smoking, keep me feeling the same I'm so fucked, got my head in the clouds Cause I've been moving to this beat for so long Hey little lady Come on and break me Come on and break me Some things went down Not so easily now So you call it a day Again and again Hanging on the same old thirty-five Of her in the summer time And now you're doing fine Hey little lady Come on and break me Come on and break me I'm so sick and tired of counting the days That keep me smoking, keep me feeling the same I'm so fucked, got my head in the clouds Cause I've been moving to this beat for so long Hey little lady Come on and break me Come on and break me Come on and break me Hey little lady Come on and break me Hey little lady