Borrowed Brass

Drunken conversations can I bum a smoke from you?
You're lucky in this life if you find a few
Them sober days are over we're worn down to the bones
But it's Tuesday night and Nervous Breakdown plays from Sam's phone

It's the American Dream that kept us from good sleep
You either toss and turn or you drink until you bleed
Them sober days are over we're worn down to the bones
If this is dying at least we're not dying alone

At least we're not dying alone



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Blaine
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