Paroles de Rounds

One more feeble excuse for a drink My shoulders are starting to sink The thought had crossed my mind Hell yes, this cash is disposable income It's time for one last round If you need another I'll meet you halfway What do you say? You're spitting blood I'm spitting feathers We will get by with all the silly things you suggest Oh God, like shit we'll be sleeping tonight Just scrolling through all our old pictures Our friends we never see What next? We've already beaten the sunrise The morning seeps right through We soldier onwards Make a few friends on the way He's so drunk, brokenhearted We follow him home, continue to ruin our bodies He said, "I think I know you, I recognize your humor" I never seen him before And surely won't again