and making a mess of your wrist.
Stop sipping it, slamming it, sucking it back
Get off your back,
Get back on your feet.
Get it neat, and tidy, and turn around.
Stop with all the black,
Stop smoking a pack every day
Stop wracking your brain for shit to say
You're going to be okay.
You're going to be okay.
How many times will you pry for an excuse?
Yeah, man, sure, LET LOOSE!
I can't just sign the line, and say goodbye
So stop making a mess of your fucking wrist.
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