white powder melodies sing you to sleep
while smoke filled lungs play along in your dream
the powder and pills and the grass and the drinks
don't do a thing with the tears when you blink
binging all weekend won't make her care anymore
pretty soon you'll see you've forgot what it's for
now i'm startin' to sound a bit hypocritical
cause we all know i'm all kinds of criminal
chasin' round girls and chasin' down shots
long gone are days of forget-me-nots
so pour me a drink, yeah fill up the glass
and soon enough we'll forget about the past
something like this?
or something like that?
i can't be sure anymore.
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