Sewerperson - ​pull-out couch

On this pull-out couch, I am spinning 'round
This the most fucked up I have ever been
I know we’re not on good terms
But could we try again?
It’s not me talking, baby, it’s the medicine
I won’t take no more of these cheap shots
How would you feel if I
Was with a grease box?
I’m out of line, baby, I need higher dosage
Patio lights hit my face as I blow spliffs

I was once someone I could look up to
You would not like me if you
Knew just what I go through
Sober late nights is what I never do
Two fifths deep, I wake up and I am brand new
I’m decaying in health and
Still I reject help
I pour liquor in my mouth and toast
"Herе’s to those who don't make it out"

On this pull-out couch, I am spinning 'round
This the most fuckеd up I have ever been
I know we’re not on good terms
But could we try again?
It’s not me talking, baby, it’s the medicine
I won’t take no more of these cheap shots
How would you feel if I
Was with a grease box?
I’m out of line, baby, I need higher dosage
Patio lights hit my face as I blow spliffs
(Blow spliffs, Blow spliffs, Blow spliffs
Blow spliffs)

Written by:
Christopher Freeman, Miles Lenehan

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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