Gas Station Wine

I'm dragging along my body across the floor
But the fact that it's the third time this week makes it hard to ignore
Guess I was asking for it
And I smile masking the wreck that I've become

And I am writing again, therefore I'm drinking again
Seems that goes hand in hand
It's what the little voices tell me
There's no honesty unless you play it right

Let's see if I got fight left in me
Or fuck it, singing

Oh oh oh, in lack of fitting words
Oh oh, oh now we've sold our faces
Oh oh oh, aiming for bad or worse
Oh oh oh, let's try and leave a mark this time

I like repetetive songs, I like the lazy attempts
Don't like to stick to the point
I used to listen to punk rock in between the real and the actually real
But then I ran out of words
And realized that all my good friends they just left me here
To try and find a way to deal with life (With real life)

Oh oh oh, in lack of fitting words
Oh oh oh, oh now we've sold our faces
Oh oh oh, aiming for bad or worse
Oh oh oh, let's try and leave a mark this time

If all you want from me are lies
I'll gladly go give up the fight
What's left past all the warning signs?

If all you want from me are lies
I'll gladly go give up the fight
What's left past all the warning signs?
Just a minor cliché and some gas station wine