remember when you moved so slow goin to the show always cooped up in your room with a bottle of whiskey every meal no joke i don t know those eyes why do you get so wasted all alone you re burnin out your life you just don t seem oh so blind what do i have to do to keep your pride i ll be by your side i don t think the hot girl could ever sing the blues not the way i do when i am starin right at you oh mama please just only one more night before i lose you to the juice
['saskatchewan indie']