Bottles In Closets
Hiding bottles in closets
Making random deposits to the reaper
Don't know how to stop it
Just keep on rocking
Oh she told me
Got a little bit of devil in you
And he like to come out
When you're drowning in booze
But its so sweet ticket to hell
You know that I suffer so well
La la la la la
La la la la la
My eyes are fighting the sunrise
Something just don't feel right
And if I ever said I found inner peace
I was lying straight through my teeth
Familiar territory for me
Familiar with all kinds of blasphemy
Tell me love I don't know if you know
I've been up all these nights does it show
I will plunder the night trying to find it
Tell me love do I look like a pirate
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
I've been saying sorry a lot
And my hands are tied
But I've been loving the knot
Twist my bad words into prettier sounds
God damn really need to fucking leave this town
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Aren't you tired of the pain
Every morning where's your shame
You're an asshole write it down
Fucking sick of you and your paper crown
Aren't you tired of the pain
Every morning where's your shame
You're an asshole write it down
Fucking sick of you and your paper crown
Making random deposits to the reaper
Don't know how to stop it
Just keep on rocking
Oh she told me
Got a little bit of devil in you
And he like to come out
When you're drowning in booze
But its so sweet ticket to hell
You know that I suffer so well
La la la la la
La la la la la
My eyes are fighting the sunrise
Something just don't feel right
And if I ever said I found inner peace
I was lying straight through my teeth
Familiar territory for me
Familiar with all kinds of blasphemy
Tell me love I don't know if you know
I've been up all these nights does it show
I will plunder the night trying to find it
Tell me love do I look like a pirate
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
I've been saying sorry a lot
And my hands are tied
But I've been loving the knot
Twist my bad words into prettier sounds
God damn really need to fucking leave this town
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Aren't you tired of the pain
Every morning where's your shame
You're an asshole write it down
Fucking sick of you and your paper crown
Aren't you tired of the pain
Every morning where's your shame
You're an asshole write it down
Fucking sick of you and your paper crown
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Writer(s): Darian Yataco
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