7.30 Tomorrow

By Sukpatch

On Twenty-Three

Released on March 27, 2006

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[Verse 1]

It's more than three in the morning

It's unnaturally late

There's dank smoke in the air and food stuck to the plate, yeah

Your light touch begs the question

I'm too plastered to ask

Fumbled with my hands in my pockets

And just let the thought pass, yeah


[Pre-Chorus]

We traded all the essentials

Your puns ran end to end

You said it's got nothin' to do with who

You call your friends, yeah


[Chorus]

Said it's got nothin' to do

Said it's got nothin' to do

Said it's got nothin' to do with who

You call your friends, yeah


[Verse 2]

Even less than half your collection

Of antique puzzles and games

Even less than half of that

Is all that you have to say, yeah

You told the saddеst joke

You said your nature was bent

Evеn though I put down that glass

I still stumbled over my own tongue again


[Pre-Chorus]

We traded all the essentials

Your puns ran end to end

Guess it's got nothin' to do with who

You call your friends, yeah


[Chorus]

Said it's got nothin' to do

Said it's got nothin' to do

Said it's got nothin' to do

Said it's got nothin' to do with who

You call your friends, yeah