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She said it's not my fault
That it all fell down
So close your windows, lock your doors
I can't help feeling I'm forgetting something
You used to paint me pictures now
You only paint my wall
I'm worried that I've started something
Built on lies and alcohol
I want to sit down on the floor
Become a worn out metaphor but
Still there's something, probably nothing
That brings the faces to my door
No use to count the times that I've woken up past ten
I tell myself what's done is done but
I know I'll drink next week again
I suggest we let things rest
'Til I come down or until you drown 'cuz you're
All I've got left in this town and
I need time
And you need wine, so
Grab a jacket, grab your phone
I heard it's really cold outside