Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar
Chugging from a bottle of Malbec
A fitting end to this fucking day
To the winery known as La Posta:
“I’m going postal my own quiet way!”
Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar
Ending a day I will always remember
Driving ‘round places I cannot forget
Fighting the sleepies and staving off weeping
Trying to sing through the things I regret
Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar
Listening to voice-mails I’d been avoiding
Apologizing, feeling weak
Meekly explaining last evenings failings
Waiting for this time next week
Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar
Thanking my fortune for family here with me
Knowing that they will not always be
Feeling quite lucky for friends and for finally
Realizing that I am lacking for nothing
Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar
Things’ll be fine the way that they are
Though things’ll change, what I’ve seen so far
Says things’ll be fine the way that they are
Music-Store, Funeral, Hospital, Bar
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