​twenty-five hrs Sewerperson (Ft. Leesta)

[Intro: Barry Egan, Dean Trumbell]
(Garden Avenue)
Yeah, you're right
He ain't right, you're a schmuck, look at it!
Sorry

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
In Miami, in New York, I will make time
To be there for you even over state lines
I am up, I can't sleep, it was 3:09
Girl, it's love but my trust for you will take time
I won't die, you were right on the first go
I am numb, I am broken, I am ice cold
You could see it in my flesh in the photos
That you took at the party 'fore I went home

[Verse 1: Sewerperson]
My addictions mold my weak mind
But with these party drugs, I feel right
Dose-induced demons haunting my line of sight
I guess I'll be taking morе to go to sleep tonight
But think back, to when I was laid back
Big 'Woods, big 'Woods, I drank Jack
She was pressеd, hol' up, ho, are you mad?
She had confidence like she had paid half
But you—, but you didn't, though
I guess you just miserable
People fuck their life up, but they'll never say they did it, though
It's always someone else, that I didn't know
She told me she going home, but the snap map says different, oh
Red leaves fall on me in the streetlight
She a snake, so I guess that make me a heat light
When I drink, I tell her I just need some me-time
In this studio, I write until I ugly cry
Seven bands on my coat, it's a garbage bag
Purple jeans with Ferri belt, but still my pants sag
Purple cup full of Wock', it's a good night
Plus my Backwoods was full of home grown limelight