It's alright to feel the way you do sometimes,
but it hindsight you probably shouldn't of put away that much last night
Sketchy dreams
With no sleep
You took your own ill advice
You make my heart skip out of my chest
Tell me, tell me
Why it's all a mess
Long nights
Shady things
I don't get it
You're so much better than what you choose to see
It's alright to feel lost as you do sometimes,
but in hindsight did you really need that bottle of booze so much last night?
Sketchy dreams
With no sleep
Waiting on you to realise
You make my heart skip out of my chest
Tell me, tell me
Why it's all a mess
Long nights
Shady things
I don't get it
You're so much better than what you choose to see
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Frankie Martinelli
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