6host - old friends

Blame it on your old friends
blame it on the alcohol
blame it on your cold hands
your self control
You came into it low tide
waded with your head afloat
it’s a shame I never waved by
I never could’ve made you whole
it’s a struggle I'm feeling
there’s no voice of reason
this summer I needed
more things to believe in
instead of a lover
some air I could breathe in
that night I took care
& one hell of a beating
now I'm not sure if it’s
me your deceiving
in letters there’s hope
but on paper it’s seaming
don’t finish that sentence
& forget the meaning
I'll bare it awake
or find peace when I'm sleeping
I hope

Blame it on your old friends
or blame it on the alcohol
blame it on your cold hands
your self control
I know

Written by:
Lucas Todd

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