A hundred miles a minute and I think I'm gettin' sick
A sip for every second-hand tick this medicine hit's quick
The world keeps on spinnin' and I'm not havin' any fun
You feel a bit suicidal, I'm just a man holdin' a gun
We're passing brand new state lines and chasing it with cheap wine
These spins are sinking in, kicking ass in double time
But whiskey makes you angry and vodka makes me sick
Wine is for the hipsters and beer just tastes like piss
We're passing brand new state lines and chasing it with cheap wine
These spins are sinking in, kicking ass in double time
But whiskey makes you angry and vodka makes me sick
Wine is for the hipsters and beer just tastes like piss
There's snow on my tongue and we're not having any fun
Your suicide comes and I'm just a man holding a gun
What a great way to die, what a sad way of life
You tell me you love me, but I know it's a lie
There's snow on my tongue and we're not having any fun
Your suicide comes and I'm just a man holding a gun
What a great way to die, what a sad way of life
You tell me you love me, but I know it's a lie
It's a great way to die, and a sad way of life
You tell me you love me, but I know it's a lie
credits
from Reflections,
released August 1, 2016
Guitar/Vocals - Kyle London