How many times I've been here drinking alone, writing songs filled with anger again, feeling like giving up, fooled again?
Too much time past on the phone, nothing will stop now 'cause you're gone!
Too much tears drowning a past as you will not be the last.
Tonight I raise my glass to my upcoming path,
I reap all the sheets I wrote on, now the party must go on!
I roll up my sleeve and sit around the table,
I don't need glasses I wear my poker face on,
I roll up a blunt I know I'm invicible,
The bets are down and the beat is down.
I won't have any fucks to give you from tonight.
From now on I'll keep all my shits into a basket case.
I can't dwelve upon this anymore there's no second left to waste, no!
I need to get over, it needs a hangover!
Come on I want everybody to get down, down, down,
Beware! Wasted point, here's the countdown, down, down.
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