Now Im struggling...
I black out so I cant dream.
But I still see you sneaking, through my weary head.
I suffer from a drought of medicine to dull self-doubt.
I just wanna drown you out, with southern poison.....
If I had a drink for every Goddamn time I think
about your pale skin dressed in pink,
then at least I could sleep.
If I had a shot for every Goddamn time I thought about your face and what I lost,
at least I'd get some sleep...
