Woorden: The New Pornographers. The Slow Descent Into Alcoholism.

I say my, my slow descent into alcoholism went to my head, where I really need it, with the views that remain untreated. I say my, my, my, my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this. Salvation holdout central. I say my ever-loosening grip on the commonest courtesies slipped, from my hands when I really need her, when I need change for the parking meters. I said my, my, my, my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this. Salvation holdout central.