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
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