19-11-11-4.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror on the bus

Staring out the window at nothing trying to make as little a fuss

You say what drugs do I use...

I say alcohol.

Glancing at what I shouldn’t yet I do it and enjoy

When our eyes meet I look down at my toes like some wee boy

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Getting all these kind of feeling about these women I don’t know

Is there some kind of rescue some retreat where I can go

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