Every time we talk Every time we talk
The conversation gets even more ridiculous
I just want to walk
Away from your
Problems away, from your feelings
Away from that sad look,
Oh god Do ya feel me?
You turn up on a Thursday to for get what you can't remember
Black out on the coach
Yeah you'll wake up next November
With the same old problems
An the same broken nails
You keep this shit up and you'll
Land your ass in jail
So put down the Vodka
You can't afford
Don't down the Hennasy
If I have to bail your Ass out that will be the last you'll ever
See if me
So when the lights come on
The lights come ON
Walk away
From the bottle
You'll get more done
So please one more time
From me to you
You'll get more done
We got stuff to do
