Whiskeydick کے بول

Friends don't want to stay up in my head put me down for one more day in bed i can't hear you whisper but your voice is in my head looking back i see the bottle in your hands next time i won't know to stop i'll fail again everyday is the same i am burned again you smoke yourself away and i'll be gone time makes my days long get off my back lies they come my way obscene i drop my head you go home-----go home whispers hold the spiders in my hair flying dreams...i'm yelling all the time