Woorden: Jesse Sykes. Drinking With Strangers.

Drinking with strangers
For the last time
And you fell asleep with
The smoke in your eyes

Hot flashes burning
The dust on the blind
Gin soaked and lonely
You're fuel for this fire

You threw it all away
These days
You threw it all away
These days

The Salvation Army
Has called out its choir
The blankets, the water
Can't fix your flat tire