The Decline

The Bad Chapter

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    To the ones who don't have anything else, I'm with you
    And I'm sorry I wasn't there when it hit you
    Sometimes we need to remind ourselves
    That life'll get you when it gets you

    Sitting in the same old chair
    Listening through old blown out speakers
    Filling up the ash tray
    Empty bottles piling up under me
    I don't know
    The difference between night and day
    It's dark and cold when I'm awake

    Piece another verse together
    Cut another line
    Drink to another chorus
    Smoke again cause I got the time
    Well maybe one day I can stop wearing this fucking hat
    Sell a million records and get the rest of my self worth back

    I hope that this is the last sad song I write
    And I hope you know that I'm doing alright
    Cause by the time you hear this I'll have picked myself back up
    Living on a little bit less than enough

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    So I'll watch the clock tick by
    Tip back and unwind
    With whiskey by my side
    Hang a noose with spare time
    I won't let em see
    I won't let em see me
    I won't let em see me, hate me

    When you pull every stick like its the last ash you'll ever taste
    When you're full of the wit that they say will go to waste
    That is when it's worth it to show them how well you hate
    This is the time to let them know
    Their help is too late

    So I'll watch the clock tick by
    Tip back and unwind
    With whiskey by my side
    Hang a noose with spare time
    I won't let em see
    I won't let em see me
    I won't let em see me, hate me

    I don't know the difference between night and day
    It's dark and cold when I'm awake
    Wearing these same old clothes while I pace
    With blurry vision forgetting the reason I'm in this place
    Now they're aware
    In a way that they fear
    Understanding I won't stop until my words are made clear
    But I'm here
    Paying dues with a cigarette and a bottle in my hand

    I'd rather get high
    I'd rather touch em all
    I'd rather throw a ball at a blank white wall
    Before I sell my soul
    To a chump bitch for a sum of money
    Only concerned by what he gets from me

    So I'll watch the clock tick by
    Tip back and unwind
    With whiskey by my side
    Hang a noose with spare time
    I won't let em see
    I won't let em see me
    I won't let em see me, hate me

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