Vices
I brought us some liquor, cause this week has been so hard.
You tell me that you feel slimmer, overtime is your new job.
I sit back amazed, I can't complain about a lot.
My glass I keep raised, right where you placed your guard.
I want to give you praise, cause you’re always leaving sparks.
You brought us some tree, cause you wanna take it slow.
Empty the debris, I feel clearer every blow.
You sit back amazed, it's delayed vertigo.
The joint you keep aim, it's a shame we could plateau.
You give me this gaze, as we embrace the radio.