On my second bottle and I feel brave enough to say somethings Chalse has to hold my phone cause you run my brain Writing you letters I never send, words that die with this weekend Beautiful little girl running a dead man world I see you living life as you should, being something I could never hold Listening to future trying to find our future Mixing this alcohol with feelings wishing for gone seasons Suddenly realizing how gone I am Silently empty staggering to a horny build Always a block away from a booty call But texting you is all I know Gazing hard finding word that don't show my insecure
Putting this heart to work letting the hurt take charge
Juja night lights show you where life lies
Finding comfort in the forty minutes balcony time
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