| Close out the tab, and you’ve cashed yourself out for one night
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| «Yea, I’m fine. |
| Why would I lie?»
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| I’d pay the tab, but I’m hard up for cash, Lost a good friend
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| «Yea, I’m fine, Why would I?!»
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| It’s not a huge deal, a little is less than a bit
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| Your grinding your teeth like you’ll never quit
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| So i folded again, its easier to drink, then it is to just quit
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| Keep up that pace, the one that you hate when everything changed, everything
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| I don’t feel sorry for any of it
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| Keep up that pace, the one that you hate, when you can’t face the choice you
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| made
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| I don’t feel sorry for any of it
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| So you’re staying at that hotel, out in the barrio
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| They run drugs out of all night?
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| So you and him share a room and abuse. |
| as you script lines
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| «Yea, I’m fine. |
| its not your life»
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| Let go of the little, Need more than a bit
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| Your mother called again, worried sick
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| So I withhold it again
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| It’s nights like this, you learn all about your friends
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| You use your shovel like the only tool you have to use
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| To turn the earth enough til it could finally bury you
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| You use your shovel like the only thing you have to fix
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| To turn up that earth a bit, but I’m pounding it back again
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| Friends strung out on substances and I’m not sure what to do with them
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| Ive been staying strong but you’re spun again
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| Pissed at me for calling you on it
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| My friendship, I hope is relevant
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| In times like this, i have to ask
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| I hope you find me relevant
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| Yea, I hope you find me relevant |