The Radio

So this is moving on, from the radio
These are bruised knuckles
From punching the wall
Because you're sleeping with someone I know
You've got a house
And I've lost count
Of how many parking lots I've pissed in today
The freshman alcoholic is bastard
And now it's me

So this is moving on, from the radio
These are bruised knuckles
From punching the wall
Because you're sleeping with someone I know
You've got a house
And I've lost count
Of how many parking lots I've pissed in today
The freshman alcoholic is bastard
And now he's me



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Finnecy
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