When the a.L.C.

Baby girl, your memory flourishes in the
Depths of my mind, I'm not going to lie to
You ive been on the bottle cause it seems
There isn't any other way I wanna move on
And find a love that doesn't hurt, but all I can
Think about every second of every day is
You

When the A.L.C don't work like it's
Supposed to baby girl, tell me what am I
Supposed to what am I supposed to do
Cause you know as well, and I know as well
You can help me make it through, so tell me
What am I supposed to know what am I
It's supposed to be when A.L.C. don't work like
It's supposed to

The percent of this bottle is just a number
To me, but this number won't numb my pain
I need something to kill your memory so I
Can move on and take back control of this
Misery, call my life



Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Wallace
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