2 acessos
I'm at the end of my rope, I fashioned into a noose.
God its been such a shitty winter, filled with beer tabs
And bottle tops, keggers and run ins with the cops
We made out like bandits I got caught red handed.
So I guess I wore my heart on my sleeve
And I mistook your drunkeness for sincerity.
Chalk it up to experience
Fuck it up to experience.
And Still I clinged to it the late night phone calls
And this perfect connection through bad reception (yeah right)
Is it hanging up or hanging out?
Missed trains busy signals stalling cars.