Pure Inebriation

When the moon touches the ground
Of the town in which we live
We'll see the world for what it is
It's cruel and mean and sick
But we've got our parachutes
Tied to our backs
If you're down I'll pick you up
'cause I'm the only one to trust

Tomorrow will be painful, tomorrow will be cruel
Tomorrow will do anything to make me look like a fool
Tomorrow will be painful, tomorrow will be cruel
Tomorrow will do anything to make me look like a fool

Eyes are red so leave the bed
Feeling static in the head
Coffee in a papercup
Reality is all made-up
The bartender starts to laugh
As he pours another glass
If you're down I'll pick you up
'cause I'm the only one to trust

Tomorrow will be painful, tomorrow will be cruel
Tomorrow will do anything to make me look like a fool
Tomorrow will be painful, tomorrow will be cruel
Tomorrow will do anything to make me look like a fool
Tomorrow will be painful, tomorrow will be cruel
Tomorrow will do anything to make me look like a fool
Tomorrow will be painful, tomorrow will be cruel
Tomorrow will do anything to make me look like a fool



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Lippert, Frank Eisensehr
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