| I can’t remember me calling you sober
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| I wish that I would have asked you to come over
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| I must have blacked out again
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| That’s how it’s always been
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| Why can’t I see myself doing anything but struggling?
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| Yeah, I’m struggling
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| My breath smells like I’ve been getting high again
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| I wish you could have seen me not passed out on the carpet
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| While I was unconscious
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| Please order my coffin
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| I don’t think I’ll wake up
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| I don’t want to wake up
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| And see anything that looks better off than me
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| I’ll fill both my lungs with smoke just so I can not breathe
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| And I’ll take another pill
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| Yeah, I’ll swallow it down
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| Throw myself into the river
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| Watch me fucking drown
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| Why can’t I see myself doing anything but struggling?
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| Personality replaced with internal conflict
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| Asking, why can’t I see myself doing anything but struggling?
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| Yeah, I’m struggling
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| Yeah, I’m struggling, struggling
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| I can’t remember you calling me sober
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| I wish that you would have asked me to come over
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| You must have blacked out again
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| Thoughts of a sober friend |