Planes Mistaken For Stars

A Six Inch Valley

Planes Mistaken For Stars


the sheets are soaked in whiskey, I still can't stop this shaking 
the sheets are soaked in whiskey, my bottle's empty again 
It's getting harder to stay sober, dwelling on the dim on this shine 
and you know I couldn't sell you a lie to save my life 
so it's up to ugly truths to scrape us by 
or down to dirty tricks to keep us blind 
the sheets are soaked in whiskey, your bags are packed 
I still can't stop this shaking 
my bottle's empty again 
the lines get blurred when there's bills to pay 
babes to bury, babes to feed 
you bought forever with a better man 
did you remember forever never ends?