12 Pubs

That witch, why won't she just fucking smile at me
I stare back in disbelief

Chasin' after a luminous green
I will always follow my company

Faerie Field, approaching number three
I take my seat
And further contribute to the heat

Focus energy, pretend I am pleased
Tolerate those pleasantries, then rinse and repeat (Oh no)

But that's just me
And a dear old friend I never want to see
Tryna set the scene
And recreate a dream

HAHAHA

When will this end
Not enjoying the promise land

No, not this again
Come witness what it does to my confidence

But a voice of reason says
Don't worry my friend

It will end, I swear
There's just 2 bars left



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Murphy
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