I had blacked out two hours before we covered any ground 
From the three Ivedal

Four double rum and cokes

Five or six packs of smokes

Seven hours spent alone

 

Ate the dust of my savings
‘cos I swear to god I was told they were paying.
Shit, it doesn’t matter because we’re young, right?

 


My moral compass,
is bent somewhere between…
True South and a hesitant North

 

Suddenly the voice of reason it don’t sound so smart 
It don’t speak with confidence like how it used to 
There’s gin on its breath and it’s slurring its words

It sounds insincere 
and it seems well rehearsed

The voice of reason don’t sound so smart 

I’m trying to come back, or at least move slightly closer

But the fucking winds of change rearranged the terrain
and blew away my tracks - right now I realize I need ‘em
I’ve got no point of fucking reference  

And I don’t know shit about bearing

and

My moral compass,
is bent somewhere between…
True South and a hesitant North


Suddenly the voice of reason it don’t sound so smart 
It don’t speak with confidence like how it used to 
There’s gin on its breath and it’s slurring its words

And the shit that it’s saying’s so fucking absurd 
The voice of reason don’t sound so smart

And the voice of reason don’t sound smart at all.

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