Drink til you can't hear anything
Except the pretty bartender asking others for drinks
Everything else becomes mumbles. Including the modern jukebox
Anxious. Thoughts
Anxious thoughts
"We got a good ways to go"
We got a good ways to go?
When do I go by?
My pops is the same thing
Let me tell you something, motherfucker
Tell me the room feels heavy
It sucks to compare but nobody's called me daddy
Well not in that way, sure in a half-hearted, one foot in, one out way
"We have a 4 year old" i overhear
And I leer with envy
"Gotta worry 'bout my kids"
How do you not kill yourself based off mistakes?
I want to
"Baby"
Whatever you say
You're gonna fuck up everything you've got
