Talking to Myself Pt.2


Isn’t it funny how you can drink bottle after  bottle and still be dying of thirst
Isn’t funny how you just wanna be happy but keep making things worse
Moving from city to city and house to house, will you ever settle down
Talking reckless, telling brutal and drunk truths and you wonder no one comes around
How stupid can you be, don’t you know if you don’t you’ll be alone forever
But there you go pouring another glass, swearing up and down that you’re clever
I mean how much grace do you think you have
How many afternoons are you gonna spend daydreaming about stuff you don’t have
Do you really think God would make someone like you wealthy
Do you really think you’d better off with all that money


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