IRC-Galleria

This isnÂ’t fair, nobody taught me (how to let go)
“Just be here now” and you’ll be set free from sorrow?
But at this time, I donÂ’t see clearly (How will I know?)
What is the point? What is the meaning?

Now IÂ’m struggling, I blackout so I canÂ’t dream
But I still see you sneaking through my weary head
I suffer from a drought of medicine to dull self-doubt
I just wanna drown you out with southern poison

If I had a drink for every goddamn time I think
About your pale skin dressed in pink
Then at least I could sleep
If I had a shot for every goddamn time I thought
About your face and what I lost
At least IÂ’d get some sleep

Sleep, sleep, at least IÂ’d get some sleep
Sleep, sleep, then at least IÂ’d get some sleepÂ…