Whiskeydick Testo

but your voice is in my head
looking back i see the bottle in your hands
next time i won't know to stop
i'll fail again
everyday is the same
i am burned again
you smoke yourself away and i'll be gone
time makes my days long
get off my back
lies they come my way
obscene i drop my head
you go home-----go home
whispers hold the spiders in my hair
flying dreams...i'm yelling all the time