9PM

She comes in solo like she owns the place
But she doesn't want to leave any kind of trace
She goes for the cig break immediately
A B-line to the second floor balcony
A laughing soul stung by tragedy
Her love for life her boldest fallacy
Unavailable to making her ends meet perpetually

Hey, around 9PM, her thoughts get harder to find
Drunk text, hit send, now her whole world's out of line

She reaches for the telephone
Trying to get a signal in the brutal cold
Not a bus or taxi in sight
She might just go hop on a flight
To go and do some real soul-searching
To find out if it's all worth learning
Maybe she will meet her worst enemy
Or maybe cough her lungs up for eternity

Hey, around 9PM, she's taking one more line
Drunk text, hit send, won't give a fuck who's on the other side

Yeah, around 9PM, I'm faded out of mind
Drunk text, hit send, just another damn shameless night



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Writer(s): Alexander Long
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