Seventh street, two o' clock
Drink until I can't walk
With new scars, see stars fall broken
Bottle up and abuse, keeping safe from the news
You can't swallow if you're choking
You hold your dreams like they were super glue
Sick with Columbia lows
Mine are strung out, ask me and I'll leave with you
Sick with Columbia lows
Past the strip malls, suburban fallout
Break my heart and let the poison spill out
Flat lines fill eyes, this patient's clear
Clear