Wine Flu
Living inside a pipe dream
I've wasted so much time
Sitting in back yards smoking
Content when I am high
But dammit I'm not joking
I want this in my life
My aspirations choking
Up on a good time
Don't tell me I've had too much wine
Polarity from you and I
I took the medicine you tried
Poison that's fucking up my life
Fuck you and all your wasted nights
I'm leaving all of you behind
Sometimes things aren't so simple
You can't just up and leave
My life is too unstable
And I'm all out of money
She says "you don't need cash-flow
To follow all your dreams"
I wish I could believe her
She's the only one who sees
This dream as a reality
Don't tell me I've had too much wine
Each day crawls by I lose my mind
I feel a tingling in my spine
Poison that's fucking up my life
Fuck you and all your wasted nights
I'm leaving all of you behind
I finally packed my bags
Traded my pick-up for a van
Packed some t-shirts and
A couple pairs of jeans
My tooth brush, my guitar
Shit I'd need
My cup was half full for so long
Spilled a little every year
Furnished with weed and alcohol
I'm gonna leave and fill it back up
In each state I see
I'll write a song to sum it up
In each state I see
I'll write a song to sum it up
In each state I see
I'll write a song for you
I've wasted so much time
Sitting in back yards smoking
Content when I am high
But dammit I'm not joking
I want this in my life
My aspirations choking
Up on a good time
Don't tell me I've had too much wine
Polarity from you and I
I took the medicine you tried
Poison that's fucking up my life
Fuck you and all your wasted nights
I'm leaving all of you behind
Sometimes things aren't so simple
You can't just up and leave
My life is too unstable
And I'm all out of money
She says "you don't need cash-flow
To follow all your dreams"
I wish I could believe her
She's the only one who sees
This dream as a reality
Don't tell me I've had too much wine
Each day crawls by I lose my mind
I feel a tingling in my spine
Poison that's fucking up my life
Fuck you and all your wasted nights
I'm leaving all of you behind
I finally packed my bags
Traded my pick-up for a van
Packed some t-shirts and
A couple pairs of jeans
My tooth brush, my guitar
Shit I'd need
My cup was half full for so long
Spilled a little every year
Furnished with weed and alcohol
I'm gonna leave and fill it back up
In each state I see
I'll write a song to sum it up
In each state I see
I'll write a song to sum it up
In each state I see
I'll write a song for you
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Writer(s): Alexander Kenoyer
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