nobodys talkin, the airs filled with time
and the juke box is broken dont bother with ya dime
the neons fadin the records theyre all the same
the bottles used to cut deep but theyve lost their edge
and the skys turning gray my eyes are turnin red
and my my mind is set on the night i decided to stay
its cold in this house when the weather gets in
and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin
and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out
and the curse of a drunk is he ll go home alone
meet me outback at five meet you there and get stoned
and we ll talk about where were from
and how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunk
and im floatin into the door
im killin myself fightin this civil wa--ar
im chained to the bar its chained to my seat
and i d ask her to dance if i could get to my feet
but my boots are too drunk to try and put on a show
well the world stoped turning i crawled into bed
and im ashamed of myself pull the covers over my head
and my stomaches on fire for fear of tomorrow
its cold in this house when the weather gets in
and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin
and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out
and the curse of a drunk is he ll go home alone
meet me outback at five meet you there and get stoned
and we ll talk about where were from
and how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunk
and im floatin into the door
im killin myself fightin this civil wa--ar
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