Pills for pain, pills for pain
I think I’m going inside
For the rest of my miserable goddamn life
They’re not the ones that you’d want to be there
When you finally come clear
They’re not the ones that you like when you find
The mistakes in the type
How about the girls at the bar
How about the ones in the backyard
You bet you’ll open their wounds
Giving up on the streets at night
I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the other side
Giving up on the streets at night
I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the other side
Giving up on the other side
I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the streets at night
LATW has a ton of songs and the collections are always morphing. Put this one up because it has a lot of our favorites. Jackson Bihler Eats Bubble Gum The We Shared Milk
supported by 5 fans who also own “Regrettable Everything”
Fearless and full of energy! It's as if someone recorded a strung-out Andy Warhol singing with a gospel rock keyboardist and the beach boy's drummer. Cold Pizza