The Holy Mess - The Saddest Girl To Ever Hold A Martini

Limited beyond the scope cause all I see is what the focus brings me
And I’m at the end of my rope
The one that leads from where your chorus dropped me

Alright alright
I can’t remember what you said
Alright alright
I just can’t forget what you did
And I’m still holding to the road in from of me
And I’m not going home

Never really cared for getting old
That was for old friends
And their old plans for dying
I’m not changing and it’s all she rote
This is who I am and where ill stay forever

Sorry
My friend, my friend don’t you dare feel sorry
Hold on to your guns and bring your things along
We’re not done and we’re not sorry
This is our idea of dying