Repeated History

A drink to help me forget
All of the lies
The drunken late night phonecalls
And all the good byes
It seems so differrent now
Since the summer came
And I dont know how
I got this way

And all I know is that
All i think about is you
And all I know is that
I only wanna be with you
But all thats left
is cigerettes and regrets
Nothing but a bunch
of  booze and tape cassettes

A drink to help all the pain
I face every night
And every day
After stupid fights
Seems like all we do now
Is gulp down liquor
It helps to ease the sorrow
much much quicker

And now theres Alterations after every Altercation
And all my inspiration now turns into liquid
Its like repeated history but now me im the asshole
And now all I can do is wish to turn back the clock
and maybe then itll stop all the aftershock
aftershock
turn back the clock
aftershock
turn back the clock
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