You said you could take thisYou said it wouldn't get ugly againAnd no you can't meditate thisYou wish it never beganI want to be soberYeah I want to be like a riverJust let my life float through meBut I can't connect with a loaded gun in my hand (at my head?)You started to worryYou bent yourself to get under the handAnd now with your shipwreck storiesYou say you don't understandChorus
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