I don’t know what’s happening to me
I wake up soaking in my sheets
I do lines on the weekend
I do lines with my “real friends”
Don’t you say a prayer for me
Sometimes i pray i die in my sleep
I do lines on the weekend
Lose time with my “real friends”
I gave up before i tried
Maybe i could tell it was over
Maybe i could tell it was over
I fall back behind my lies
Maybe i don’t wanna be sober
Maybe i don’t wanna be sober, yeah
So you just get lost
In the pages of the books you love
And inexpensive wine
Is keeping you numb for the mean time
And i always try to stumble home before you go to sleep
But the devil is calling me
I do lines on the weekend
I do lines with my “real friends”
I gave up before i tried
Maybe i could tell it was over
Maybe i could tell it was over
I fall back behind my lies
Maybe i don’t wanna be sober
Maybe i don’t wanna be sober, yeah
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Deaf Havana Lyrics – Going Clear