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We don't encourage discipline
Or really much of anything

We do our drugs 'till we're lit up
Tell ourselves that this is love
But it's never added up
And it will never be enough

It's the same corner booth
The same smith street bar
The same sour mouths
And the same empty arms
Forever and ever our lives on a loop

It's the same dollar draft
The same whiskey words
The same hanging heart
And the same old scorched earth
We're further and further away from the truth

I wanna stop it
I wanna stop it
I wanna stop it
But it's the only life
I know how to live

We make a mess of what matters
Give our good grace away
We try to drink the clock backwards
And pretend like nothing's changed

But you think I'm a liar but you think I'm a fake
And I think you're a coward but it's not what I say
I call you my brother and you call me the same

I wanna stop it
I wanna stop it
I wanna stop it
But it's the only life
I know how to live

Let the smear words spew out
Of the sides of my mouth
Go, be my ghost and I'll got be yours
My brother, pour me one more

Yeah, tonight, brother, pour me one
Yeah, tonight I'll just cut you one more
Yeah, tonight I'll just cut you one more

We don't encourage discipline
Or really much of anything