>an empty glass, last cigarette, closing time, and drunk again. But somehow make it home. Cry myself to sleep. That's the way the day ends, every night for me. Every night I'm in some bar, pouring whiskey, on a heart that's on fire. Forgetting you ain't no easy thing. That's why each night always ends the same....with an empty glass!
If I could save time in a bottle
You did good, user.
Never stop!
>Jim Croce is an Italian American
>Looks like a mix between a nigger and a spic
KEK
It's really sad how he died though.
He was a good singer.
>Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
>Got the twelve o'clock news blues
>And I've given up hope for the afternoon soaps
>And a bottle of cold brew
>Is it any wonder I'm not crazy? Is it any wonder I'm sane at all
>Well I'm so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
>I go out cruisin' but I've no place to go and all night to get there
>Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?
>Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?
Here is another song from an underrated musician.
>Wish I would let Google get balls deep in my ass
Mfw someone else knows this song and its tooo fucking true. Damn I miss her everyday! Randy Roger's band speaks to me though... just cracked a beer. First since I got off work. Cheers fren!