Orange juice
Pour out half the carton
Grey goose
Pour it get it started
Good times
Remedy your sorrows
Baptize
Don't worry bout tomorrow
Shake it up shake it up
Now it's time to dive in
Share a cup share a cup
Now you're screw driving
Every weekend
With your friends
Every weekday
When it ends
Damn it's all good
I guess
This is what it feels like
When you become
One of the drunks
This is what it feels like
When you become
One of the drunks
Searching for a new high
High as the sun
Uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like
When you become
One of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Never dry
Everyday you're thirsty
Bourbon high
Sip it til you're tipsy
Night's young
Searching for a feeling
Big fun
Dancing with the demons
Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit
Grips you like a pistol
Wet the whistle, wet the whistle
Abyss of ice crystals
Every weekend
With your friends
Every weekday
When it ends
Damn it's all good
I guess
This is what it feels like
When you become
One of the drunks
This is what it feels like
When you become
One of the drunks
We're all searching for a new high
High as the sun
Uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like
When you become
One of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn it's all good
I guess
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Roses Are Dead
Poetryjust me writin' some stuff about the feels. Includes self-harm and other potentially triggering topics Will update when possible, which will not be every day. Sorry!
