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4 In The Afternoon

Let’s trash the rest

Of our afternoon

Getting wasted in hotel rooms

I haven’t been thinking

Only mostly drinking

These bad decisions

Keep piling up

Probably due to the fact

I just stopped giving a fuck

Some days there’s

Nothing left to do

Besides getting lost

With the person next to you

Dancing in your underwear

At 4 in the afternoon

let the demons rest.

I’ll put them to bed

And we’ll sleep

When we’re dead.