Well, the bottle run dry and I still hurt
I eat them like crazy but the pills don’t work
It’s exhausting, getting over you
Stay busy as hell just to try to forget
I wrote a letter to your mama but it never gets in
And I think she likes just despite you
And the roll the street
By while I try to sleep
you in the indigo
I rode bike to the and I sick
I threw the kickstand down, threw up a stick
Some beagle away with it
It only a two, but I could see the moon
I wondering if you looking up at it
I pushed that diamond back, to beach
And the roll the street
By while I try to sleep
you in the
you in the indigo
