November 12, 2015

Lyrics

let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation.
from every drink's glass drips condensation.
she's got her jacket on her back.
we put our last drinks back
and hit the first red light.

no one moves; no one stands

red-lip-sticks on her drink glass

he's gone for three nights, come on
he's gone for three nights, come on
come on come on come on

i got somewhere else to be

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