sticking to your guns, you've polished off another one
now it's time to make up your mind
but you just sit and stare, staring like you don't care
when the world is falling around you
that's not the way i want to be, unlucky
i'm frightened of me
time is ticking, another weekend
that's not for me
but i'll keep drinking, i'll keep being sick
and wash these thoughts way
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