Substances
Close out the tab, and you've cashed yourself out for one night.
"Yea, I'm fine. Why would I lie?"
I'd pay the tab, but I'm hard up for cash, Lost a good friend
"Yea, I'm fine, Why would I?!"
It's not a huge deal, a little is less than a bit.
Your grinding your teeth like you'll never quit
So i folded again, its easier to drink, then it is to just quit.
Keep up that pace, the one that you hate when everything changed, everything.
I don't feel sorry for any of it.
Keep up that pace, the one that you hate, when you can't face the choice you made.
I don't feel sorry for any of it.
So you're staying at that hotel, out in the barrio
They run drugs out of all night?
So you and him share a room and abuse. as you script lines
"Yea, I'm fine. its not your life"
Let go of the little, Need more than a bit
Your mother called again, worried sick
So I withhold it again,
It's nights like this, you learn all about your friends
You use your shovel like the only tool you have to use
to turn the earth enough til it could finally bury you
You use your shovel like the only thing you have to fix
to turn up that earth a bit, but I'm pounding it back again.
Friends strung out on substances and I'm not sure what to do with them.
Ive been staying strong but you're spun again
pissed at me for calling you on it
My friendship, I hope is relevant.
in times like this, i have to ask
I hope you find me relevant,
Yea, I hope you find me relevant.
"Yea, I'm fine. Why would I lie?"
I'd pay the tab, but I'm hard up for cash, Lost a good friend
"Yea, I'm fine, Why would I?!"
It's not a huge deal, a little is less than a bit.
Your grinding your teeth like you'll never quit
So i folded again, its easier to drink, then it is to just quit.
Keep up that pace, the one that you hate when everything changed, everything.
I don't feel sorry for any of it.
Keep up that pace, the one that you hate, when you can't face the choice you made.
I don't feel sorry for any of it.
So you're staying at that hotel, out in the barrio
They run drugs out of all night?
So you and him share a room and abuse. as you script lines
"Yea, I'm fine. its not your life"
Let go of the little, Need more than a bit
Your mother called again, worried sick
So I withhold it again,
It's nights like this, you learn all about your friends
You use your shovel like the only tool you have to use
to turn the earth enough til it could finally bury you
You use your shovel like the only thing you have to fix
to turn up that earth a bit, but I'm pounding it back again.
Friends strung out on substances and I'm not sure what to do with them.
Ive been staying strong but you're spun again
pissed at me for calling you on it
My friendship, I hope is relevant.
in times like this, i have to ask
I hope you find me relevant,
Yea, I hope you find me relevant.
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Writer(s): Andrew Holt, Chris Bourne
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