Piss Drunk on a Lonely Sunday

Piss drunk on a lonely Sunday
Tossed out like a drug store souvenir
Fucked up, and I'm wishing you were here
Piss drunk on a lonely Sunday
Staring out at the cold November rain
Empty bottles are listening to ache

You were on your way up
I was already down
When you crept up the stairs
Without making a sound
Best of luck to disease
And the fallout that comes along with it
With it

Piss drunk on a lonely Sunday
Tossed out like a drug store souvenir
Fucked up, and I'm wishing you were here
I'm piss drunk on a lonely Sunday
Staring out at the cold November rain
Empty bottles are listening to ache

You were on your way up
I was already down
When you crept up the stairs
Without making a sound
Best of luck to disease
And the fallout that comes along with it
With it

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