Song Lyrics
and the same empty arms
it s the same dollar draft
But it s not what i say, i call you my brother, we don t encourage discipline
The same smith street bar, it s the same dollar draft
We try to drink the clock backwards, me and my friends &, yeah tonight brother pour me one
And pretend like nothing s changed, yeah tonight brother pour me one Kevin, we don t encourage discipline
We try to drink the clock backwards, we try to drink the clock backwards
the same hanging heart
we don t encourage discipline
Yeah tonight i ll just cut you one more, we make a mess of what matters
yeah tonight i ll just cut you one more
The same hanging heart, but you think i m a fake &, but it s never added up and it will never be enough
I wanna stop it, and i think you re a coward Friends, it s the same corner booth
pour me one more
Give our good grace away, and you call me the same
go be my ghost and i ll got be yours
But it s never added up and it will never be enough, the same hanging heart, i wanna stop it
and the same empty arms
Pour me one more, go be my ghost and i ll got be yours, but it s the only life i know how to live
I wanna stop it, give our good grace away &, and you call me the same
i wanna stop it
And i think you re a coward, but it s never added up and it will never be enough
Yeah tonight i ll just cut you one more, the same sour mouths
But it s never added up and it will never be enough, i wanna stop it
Give our good grace away, but it s not what i say