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Cry Little Sister - Gerard McMann
(Source: okaybadman)
He has a white corvette like I want it
A fire in his eyes, no, I saw it
He’s bleeding from his brain and his wallet
He’s sick and he’s taken but honest
The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips
The liquor on his lips I just can’t resist
As close as I’ll get to the darkness
He tells me to “shut up, I got this.”
Wining and dining
Drinking and driving
Excessive buying
Overdosing, dying
On our drugs and our love
And our dreams and our rage
Blurring the lines between real and the fake
Love again, lonely
I need somebody to hold me
We will do very well
I can tell, I can tell
Keep my safe in his bell tower, hotel