Cold Sweat Taken for Granted


Living on a beautiful planet
We have no right to be bored
We went from rum to whiskey
Next night, to tequila and roared
Didn't quite march into the sea
Our belongings still washed up on the shore

There have been times I've felt the spectrum,
But actions and consequences, I can't quite connect them
I got a girl I never met
I got a girl I never miss
But I miss out on the joy
Even worse, I miss out on the pain

My father and I lost our jobs a while ago
Because he died and I decided not to go
We were told things in confidence
Things we never wanted to know

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