2011

Waving the red like a matador, I put it up to your attitude

I'm at this altitude, don't let me down

It takes a lot to stay mad at you

Twist it and turn it habitual

I never said it was easy

Drink till you can't even see me

Feels like the only relief

Walk with the lock and the key, told mama I'm too cold to carry the heat

Rollin' it up ain't for me, but I swear that pack never far out of reach

Couple of bottles at least, just something to keep me from breaking the peace

I ain't felt nothin' in weeks, no one around me to hear when I speak