Dummy drunk petrol punk
Jelly shots on the marble counter
Throwing up in the porcelain holder
Waking up on a stranger’s shoulder
Making out and you don’t even know her
All you remember is the pretty waiter
Threatening ‘bout some restraining order
The blackout booze was never enough
You’ll find our dummy drunk at the petrol pump
As long as the shadows hide their stares
You can’t be bothered oh you just don’t care
go back to school when your in the mood
Writing down words on your arm
Acting like you want to be thrown
Not as scared as the one who believes
Things just happen
Oh they happen to me
When I drown in idiocy
Things just happen
Oh they happen to me
When I drown in idiocy
Sometimes wondering to yourself
Where to stop to keep you mentally healing
The anonymous have too much to say
And the twelve steps never work anyway
Slip to the back of the class
Where you’re going to be
With no spine
Limp in his seat
No icebreaker paves converse with him
The loners have more friends than he
I confess I wasn’t thinking
Guiltiest kid in the suburbs
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