he can't take the fucking hint
three beers three cheers and burning papers
there's a light in her eyes
but he decays
sway baby sway and he's listening to devils
and they're so blunt
his blunt and she's so fucking abrasive
friend counts don't mean nothing when the advice ain't worth hearing
you can do so much better
oh you can do so much better than that
and only he can talk shit on that
refusing attemtps refusing advances
all he can think of is her
and she's so cancerous
and they don't know the half of it
shelf life and half-and-half glass bottles
a little flimsy wooden can't get rid of
two-toned heart attack
who loves who more
and he'll fall asleep thinking of
there isn't enough time anymore
he'll break every fucking clock in the house
he'll break his neck holding out for her kiss
losing respect and paychecks he'll hang himself out to dry
forever his sky
as dawn follows fog ©