Tony's got a letter, knows who its from
but it's with smeared with mascara, soaking with rum
stupid behavior he looks past the words
hopes he can answer to what he remembers
her heads on the bar, you can hear her words slurring
three or four more and moralty's blurring
shocking she's written from silence and time
doesn't care now if it's curses and it's lacking in rhymes
eyes rolling over, they admit what is done
she pulls it together right back to square one
say you don't know the lines of my face
but it's all i can do to remember the pace
of your hips thrown around me, it lasts in the dark
you trust in too much. you don't know who we are
hold on to substance. that's all that is here
it's just the numbness creeping in with the years
credits
from Sundays,
released December 2, 2014
Leads - Ben Zimmerman
Rhythm - Dave Chekan
Lyrics - Ben Zimmerman
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