Sober
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby can you show up at nine?
Lost in your eyes
The worries in my mind's taking over
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby you don't show up on time
Lost in the wine
The phosphorous night's growing colder
Too many talks, too many bottles on the dresser
Colder than the weather, roll until I get up
Still got your smoke over my sweater
Ashes over ashes, thunders over meadows
Red leather seats, black limousines or a cab back to me
Still gettin' to know you
So full of hope to kiss under Camel golden smoke fumes
We're acting pretentious we're acting like fools
Bloody scratches on my neck, candlewax, and dessous
Back to black, Rose tattoos, bending backwards for you
Tryna get it in my head that we're through
We're acting pretentious writing letters like novellas we're not people we're a plot
F. Scott Fitzgerald, caskets and barrels but I'm sobering up
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby can you show up at nine?
Lost in your eyes
The worries in my mind's taking over
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby you don't show up on time
Lost in the wine
The phosphorous night's growing colder
Songs to keep my mind of the racetrack
A light in the attic but a fire in the basement
Days start when days end, train-wrecks and wasted
Train-carts at night through the wasteland
Explain to me what I could've changed if I wanted you to stay for an hour or a day
Baby go away
Fell in love quick out quicker
Empty bottles, spirits of liquor
We been talkin' slumping our way through the odd conversations
The odds of us making this odyssey end, so bad
We been talkin' losing our minds in the odd conversations
The nights we ain't made it
The nights that we shoulda just stayed in
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby can you show up at nine?
Lost in your eyes
The worries in my mind's taking over
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby you don't show up on time
Lost in the wine
The phosphorous night's growing colder
Baby can you show up at nine?
Lost in your eyes
The worries in my mind's taking over
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby you don't show up on time
Lost in the wine
The phosphorous night's growing colder
Too many talks, too many bottles on the dresser
Colder than the weather, roll until I get up
Still got your smoke over my sweater
Ashes over ashes, thunders over meadows
Red leather seats, black limousines or a cab back to me
Still gettin' to know you
So full of hope to kiss under Camel golden smoke fumes
We're acting pretentious we're acting like fools
Bloody scratches on my neck, candlewax, and dessous
Back to black, Rose tattoos, bending backwards for you
Tryna get it in my head that we're through
We're acting pretentious writing letters like novellas we're not people we're a plot
F. Scott Fitzgerald, caskets and barrels but I'm sobering up
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby can you show up at nine?
Lost in your eyes
The worries in my mind's taking over
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby you don't show up on time
Lost in the wine
The phosphorous night's growing colder
Songs to keep my mind of the racetrack
A light in the attic but a fire in the basement
Days start when days end, train-wrecks and wasted
Train-carts at night through the wasteland
Explain to me what I could've changed if I wanted you to stay for an hour or a day
Baby go away
Fell in love quick out quicker
Empty bottles, spirits of liquor
We been talkin' slumping our way through the odd conversations
The odds of us making this odyssey end, so bad
We been talkin' losing our minds in the odd conversations
The nights we ain't made it
The nights that we shoulda just stayed in
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby can you show up at nine?
Lost in your eyes
The worries in my mind's taking over
Oh so fuckin' sober
Baby you don't show up on time
Lost in the wine
The phosphorous night's growing colder
Credits
Writer(s): Alina Pfundt
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