Sneakin' Out

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sneakin out of your bed
so i can smoke a cigarette
maybe have some time to think
blood spit spattered
on the sink
how the hell did we get home
i hope it wasnt me that drove
frying pan on the stove
beside an untouched line of coke

sneakin out of your bed
goin out to buy some eggs
scratches up and down my leg
big bump on my forehead
im really glad we made it home
i hope it wasnt me that drove
hate when i wake up alone
i hope it wasnt me

ive treated my body like a beat up car
use it until it falls apart
i dont wanna know how long i got
i dont wanna know whats wrong
i dont wanna know whats wrong

sneakin out of your bed
got some time to clear my head
i hate how much i love drugs
never seem to have enough
how the hell did we get home
i hope it wasnt me that drove
thats the way the weekend goes
i hope it wasnt me

ive treated my body like a beat up car
use it until it falls apart
i dont wanna know how long i got
i dont wanna know whats wrong
i dont wanna know whats wrong
i dont wanna know whats wrong
i dont wanna know whats wrong

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from SHAKY AT BEST, released October 22, 2015

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