I have a drink in my hand that feels so much better than my bed my grandma said I never had real friends the ones that share coke and are barflys aren’t the ones that will help you stand or be there for eulogies these aren’t the people that have seen the best of me
Every song I sang was about those women and men if they don’t see my funeral it will never happen then
The happiest you can be is if someone says the love you deeply so you turn a blind eye to all their lies, everyone is human loyalty doesn’t exist in relationships with alcohol and tounge kisses. Make you a husband make you a Misses there’s no loyalty in New York Coke and I’m done with pretty metaphors deeply don’t care anymore
Love for a week is better than a year missing you for a month is romantic enough. Give your number to a dealer I don’t win and you get everything and I actually am happy for you I learned to fall lightly in love it will never knock me out anymore that’s what drug dealers are for.
