Ordinary

[deathscall]

Forty-five steps to the liquor store
Just another breakdown that I can't afford
But can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight
Alright
Forty-five minutes it'll all be gone
I'll be strapped to the tap like nothing's wrong
Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonite
Alright

These days, these nights are so ordinary
These days, these nights

Smoke-filled room, conversations slow
Just leave me alone with the radio
Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight
Alright

End of the tunnel couldn't light my path
Soles worn down still running fast
Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight
Alright

Possessions never make good friends
You can throw it all away
Freedom is the race to your new beginning
Possesions never made much sense
Confessions never made much sense to me