One Fifth

13 Cheers For Beers And Bullshit

One Fifth


I'm at the end of my rope, I fashioned into a noose. 
God its been such a shitty winter, filled with beer tabs 
And bottle tops, keggers and run ins with the cops 
We made out like bandits I got caught red handed. 
So I guess I wore my heart on my sleeve 
And I mistook your drunkeness for sincerity. 
Chalk it up to experience 
Fuck it up to experience. 
And Still I clinged to it the late night phone calls 
And this perfect connection through bad reception (yeah right) 
Is it hanging up or hanging out? 
Missed trains busy signals stalling cars.