Let it blow in the wind
Out of scope
I see myself in you though
When we’re down and out we go out
Wake up dried up in a wet bed
Two empty fifths and a mouth of chalk
Washed up
Torn up
Disaffected
My friends don’t swim; we float to the top
Femme fatale with a coke glittered glow
Wear a dress
I don’t really care
Trade your hat for a pack of Newports
Get depressed cut off all of your hair
I’ve kept myself a secret
Made it all so cryptic
I hate myself for it
Can’t forgive
Can’t forget
Can’t wear those pants like I used to
Can’t yell as loud as I used to yell
I talk shit at flat on the weekends
You give blood then you give up on yourself
My friends don’t swim; we float to the top
