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The People The Sailor Jerry/Xanax combination put me in a bind
I can't begin to explain how hard I've tried
To stuff you back into the back of my mind
And I've got plenty of scars to remind myself of that beautiful fucking night
Fooling Death and myself and the gas station clerk
I biffed it on the concrete like eighteen times
What I said
Was wrong to say
But it felt so right
I stumbled home
From your house
Under the streetlights
At least you sort of knew how to take it
I know I couldn't handle hearing that shit
Just don't lose sight of that night
I'm glad we talked and everything's alright
