Drunched In Crumbs
We walked a little drunk
two sides to a tune
three flights of stairs
never felt so good
so we carried on, so we carried on
you're under 21
like the barrel of a gun your mouth is full of words
you've clipped my hand with a bang bang
I've been dragging on
livin' in a competitors home
pressing my lips to you
want her to consider the view
too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again
the photo was precise
but none of it was right
I'm so unfit
like a pig in shit
I feel at home at times
seeing that I've walked too far
I've come too fast
I've shown you all a blast and now I'm somebody's fault
you're somebody's fault, you're somebody's reason too
put away all your good words
decorating something you've heard
too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again
"and when she was gone
it's just as they say she was gone"
although you are persistent your arms don't give much lifting