High school buddies

By Spring Onion

On high school buddies

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I get drunk with my high school buddies

They are sweet they are easy to please

I am bitter I am vitriolic

I will spit in your vodka tonic

(your vodka tonic

Your vodka tonic)

I am always if not often stuck on calling

When my mouth is full of blood

I am always if not often stuck on calling

When my mouth is full of blood

I drive slow and weird past your house

You tied my shoes from the inside out

I think of you on Pocono roads

I'll think of you when the sun explodes

(the sun explodes

The sun explodes)

I am always if not often stuck on calling

When my mouth is full of blood

I am always if not often stuck on calling

When my mouth is full of blood

I am always if not often stuck on calling

When my mouth is full of blood

I am always if not often stuck on calling

When my mouth is full of blood