The Kitchen Floor



wasted, passed out on the kitchen floor another week gone by and i haven't been dreaming blacked out and i can't remember exactly what i did last night i hear stories in the morning and i know that i'm out of control because wheni drink nothing ever matters, i missed the sunrise, could barely open my eyes now i've got to pull myself together right now this town really fucking tears me down someday it will drown me in the river i've got to learn to put the liquor on the shelf or i might end up drowning myself.

Autor: Broadway