Broken Bottles

Bring me a bottle and another smoke,
Cuz lets be honest my lifes a joke.
I still think about you every now and again,
Even though sometimes i pretend,
that i dont care.

My friends all suck,
but what do i care,
all i ever get is an awkward stare.
Cant figure out just what to do,
i'm so lost without you,
in my life.

I need a life raft cuz im startin to sink,
All these pain killers make it hard to think.
Livin in the suburbs aint quite what it seems.
All i feel is dead memories and broken dreams

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