Lyrics

Empty bottles and shattered glass are cutting my feet as attempting to clean is feelinglessof a choreand more of an emotional rollercoaster.remembering these words (it wasn't intent) ringing over and over again "we'll probably get home late" So keep the back door closed and the girls with the blow out of my bathroom. Please. the parties over it's time to start walking home Into the night and under street lights. driver designated too busy causing aforementioned… fading in. fading out. consciousness and getting faded. pretending you can handle this lifestyle And this is why we don't talk anymore Selfishness personified She's wasted on the floor You'll be the one at the bar Drinking away our dysfunctions Ill be the one carrying you In anticipation For when its over And i go home and i leave, never to repeat a night i've lived before Never to repeat a night I've lived over and over.. Ill walk Into the night and under street lights "we'll probably get home late" And this is why we don't talk anymore Selfishness personified She's wasted on the floor And this is what happens when we drink away our dysfunctions I'll be the one carrying you..