After too many drinks

I cleaned out the rest of the clothes

A palm dragging slow

As I tarnish the place

Tripped again

Falling out of place after this all

Growing rust from the room I fell into

I fell in and out

I fell in and out

I fell in and I fell out

I feel lost in space

High ceiling

I feel lost in space

High ceiling

After too many drinks

I cleaned out the rest of the clothes

If you had stayed

A growing fear with the city

And If you

And if you had stayed

A growing fear with the city

And If you had stayed

I might not be afraid of the city

At the edge