The lamb with the chest-tick.
The sound of closing doors.
I have filled all my pours with alcohol
Going nowhere and I'm already there

Holding hands for luck
Holding hands because we're drunk
I have filled all my pours with alcohol.
I can drink myself a new lifestyle 

the lamb with the chest tick
the sound of closing doors
I filled with all my pours with alcohol
Going nowhere and I'm already there

I can drink myself a new lifestyle
going nowhere and I'm already there
I can drink myself a new lifestyle
going nowhere and I'm already there


Beyonce In The Rain

Waffle Burger