Hollow Graves - Mid-Century Modern

Tequila Sunrise

The day slowly turns to night
Tequila sunrise in my left hand
And a cigarette in my right
You know
All the things I want to remember
I don't
What a joke
Here's to hoping that you'll come around

So unlikely to tell the truth
Watch me unravel in front of you

You come close enough
Just to talk about how we live
For hours but we both know I'll
Fake it till we make it but still
You can see right through me
Like the glass that I use for these pills
To cope with myself tonight

And In the end I'll still drown
Here's to hoping that you'll come around
Well you might

So unlikely to tell the truth
Watch me unravel in front of you
You said you might
So unlikely me tell the truth
Watch me unravel in front of you
Well you might

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Writer(s): Robert Coxford
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