Special Thanks to: Thistle Finch Distillery, NAH, and Trav-Boi
lyrics
The cold and heavy rain is streaming down my brow.
The miserable snow is building up to my knees.
Here I am now, sitting in a dim lit room
Cold wooden chair keeping me upright
from the damning floor.
I would curse the weather, but I end up the same in the sun.
I feel like freezing.
I feel like freezing.
I feel like freezing.
I feel like freezing.
I feel like freezing.
I feel like freezing instead of...
Stained teeth. Coffee binge.
I smell like skunked beers.
Greying hair. Terrible wrinkles.
I smell just like him.
I want to be alone
I'll just accept the way things tend to be.
I feel like...
I'm grasping
No I'm gasping
I'm trying
I'm collapsing
Your open mouth
Your hunter eyes
Your battle leather
You're not fit for life
Those easy lines
Our common state
Too stupid to know
Too smart to withdraw
I'm here
You're lost
And well find out
Where we part
And where we lie
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