Texty: gLee. Behind Bars.

Drink up pretty
Don't put the bottle down
Until all is happy
Until static is found

Drink up pretty
Alone every night
Until you can fake it
And pretend you're alright

Drag down the sun
And paint a feeling
Different than this one

Pull the sun down
To paint a feeling
That's pure, true and found

Until the sun cries
Paint a sky full of feelings
That are colder and much darker
When they rise