Drunkmare by Ticonderoga Lyrics
I don't forget too much
But what a fog this was
We had just tripped into the door
Nothing short of a little drunk
I felt the wild in my skin
Like a mute in the sound
And the sound just grew like a welcome-home
I traced my steps
Found a trail of blood
I had shot myself in the head
And couldn't think straight for months
But what a fog this was
We had just tripped into the door
Nothing short of a little drunk
I felt the wild in my skin
Like a mute in the sound
And the sound just grew like a welcome-home
I traced my steps
Found a trail of blood
I had shot myself in the head
And couldn't think straight for months