The Good Ole Days

Your voice shakes the ceiling
But this 211 is making the room spin
I’m either faded or dreaming
Either way you’re on your own again

Your insults reach the heavens
And every sip tastes like Hell
You keep trying to have a session
But you’re better off trying to find a god to tell

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