Ripped Jeans - Bellevue Days

Down, down down it didn’t exist, I confused hunger with lovesick.

Got pulled up by a pint on a hazy night but got dragged back down in hindsight.

Suck it up they said to me there’s plenty more fish in this bottle,

so I drowned my lungs with cigarettes and got fucked on the fact I’m lonely.

Down down down it this vodka this dream cos there’s so much left here to drink,

hope this scar don’t pull apart because blood don’t look so good on me

Ripped jeans.

I drank hard like a demon, but I’m used to it,

with all the faux pas of a free man, who didn’t know to quit.

I drank hard like a demon, who would’ve thought,

that what I built to be giant, would be left so small.

Oh my God I drink to forget, I love leaving cigarette stains on my twin sized

bed,

still I’m singing.

Oh my God I drink to forget, I love leaving cigarette stains on my twin sized

bed,

still I’m singing.

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