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i've spent my moments

in bars and memories

and i know if i bottled them up

i'd still pour them down me

i felt so invisible

i felt like i was 12

i'm too old to no better

encased in his sweater



1 euro and 2 croissants

put some clothes on you thieving daughter

-she is what , 8?

the French are always in couples

-they never masturbate



i never say hi

you don't see why



it's the same game

it's the same way

2 stoners in the rain

all we do is complain



i smell like b.o.

and 7 crushed pearls



and it came like a wind from the ocean

my anxiety and me

just us in Europe

those memories, the bottle and me

the 3 of us tied- we'll never be lonely

use myself as a sacrifice

you think it's my greatest vice

and you're always right

-you're biggest plight



i spent all my days

bottling my memories

and drinking them down

down,down

drinking them down

down,down

drinkin' them down

until i'm drown



i smell like b.o.

stale rain does that to a girl

and seven crushed pearls