Wasted, High & DryMature

All the young ladies at the bar dressed in the colours of the sun
picking up on the pretty boys then pushing them away
I’ll stay in the corner of the room with this never ending bottle
and promise myself in vain I won’t be taken for a fool

I was wasted, fuck, I was high and dry

All the young ladies who appear so attractive and so unattainable
barely spare me a glance as they see a much better reward
 I am young and sad, I am no different at least in their minds
but it doesn’t change a goddamn thing

I was wasted, fuck, I was left high and dry

She’s the greatest person I have ever met, or see it seems that way
I was wasted, fuck
she left me high and dry

The End

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