Evening

Stumble around downtown in the evening time
Spend my nights with actors
Open wounds, twist of lime
Everybody's got their vice I guess
That is, except for me
My mind is clear but my room's a mess

I just had this dream I couldn't shake
Looked out on flooding waters
Fell on my knees and began to pray
Sleep through sirens, rain and parking lots
The only thing that scares me
Is when they're getting closer and the sirens stop

Drinking coffee in the morning time
Where the hell will I end up tonight?

Cowboys, hipsters, hotties and epithets
Buying bottles, killing pain that they brought in with them
You know thats something I can relate to
Let's schedule out another party that I can be late to
I think I've seen your face somewhere before
I think you owe me another drink, but who's keeping score?
(Can I get one more?)

Stumble around Downtown in the morning time
Well don't you worry stranger
I'm just fine, and I won't drive
Maybe this time I can fall asleep
Lay in bed for hours
Counting drunken spineless sheep

Sharpie on my back, I lost a bet
All my money's spent
Gave a homeless woman my cigarettes
Trying to read about what Hesiod said
Something about moderation
Well I can't tell, my eyes are red

Drinking coffee in the evening time
Where the hell will I end up tonight?



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Writer(s): Tyler Wilkinson
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