| 'Ya got 4 butts in the ashtray and a bottle in the kitchen sink
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| And you’re passed out on your bedroom floor on 4 days worth of stink
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| Your only dreams floating at the bottom of your glass
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| Your just wasting away just sitting on your ass
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| To the church upon the hill beg for forgiveness as for the will
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| It’s a lonely walk back home to an empty room and a ringing phone
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| You’re a fuck up and you’re a drunk
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| But in your heart you know better
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| You were born and raised in a loving way
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| Now your brain has turned to shit
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| You’re a poet and you’re a liar
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| And it’s all for your heart’s desire
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| Your eyes are only seeing gray
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| And you’ll drink the rest of your days away
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| Your secrets lie on dusty shelves and your ego may have just as well
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| Taken over all your thoughts as your soul lies in your head to rot
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| And I don’t feel bad for you anymore
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| Your head got so big it couldn’t fit through the fuckin' door
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| Headed down to purgatory armed with sins and tales of glory
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| A respectful boy ready and willing to take the blame
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| You always said you were an honest man
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| You were forced into things that you never planned
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| But excuses only prove you’re full of shit |