I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now
But it's rainin' and I'm callin' drunk
And my medicine is drowning your perspective out
So I ain't taking any fault
by Sanderlei Silveira ® - 10/06/2023 - US (xnxx) X2
I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now
But it's rainin' and I'm callin' drunk
And my medicine is drowning your perspective out
So I ain't taking any fault
Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?
I doubt it, forget about it, whatever
It's all the same anyways
[Chorus]
I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
I don't like that, when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up
I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you
[Verse 2]
I'm untethering from the parts of me you'd recognize
From charming to alarming in seconds
I'll be bedridden, I'll let the pain metastasize
But, that's morning, I'll forget it
And the dial tone is all I have
[Chorus]
I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
I don't like that, when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up
I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you
Well, I'd die for you
[Bridge]
Thank you, sir, just let me call
I'll give you my blood alcohol
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag
Just wait, I swear she'll call me back
Oh, son, are you a danger to yourself?
Well, fuck that sir, just let me call
I'll give you my blood alcohol
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge
Just wait, I swear she'll call me back
Son, why do you do this to yourself?
And I said
[Chorus]
I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know (I no longer know)
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
I don't like that, when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up
I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you
Is cuimhin liom 'Gheall mé dearmad a dhéanamh ort anois
Ach tá sé Rainin 'Agus I'm Callin' ar meisce
Agus tá mo leigheas ag bádh do pheirspictíochta
Mar sin níl aon locht orm
An bhfuil mé macánta fós? An bhfuil mé leath an fear a bhíodh agam?
Tá amhras orm faoi, déan dearmad air, is cuma cad é
Tá sé ar fad mar an gcéanna
[Cór]
Nílim bródúil as na puinseanna go léir a chaith mé
In ainm duine níl a fhios agam a thuilleadh
As an náire a bheith óg, ar meisce, agus ina n -aonar
Soilse tráchta agus raidió tarchuradóra
Ní maith liom é sin, nuair a chaith siad mé sa charr
Thug mé d’ainm mar mo ghlao gutháin éigeandála
Mil, ghlaoigh sé agus ghlaoigh sé, shíl fiú na próistí go raibh tú mícheart chun crochta suas
Diailim ar meisce, gheobhaidh mé bás ar meisce, gheobhaidh mé bás ar do shon
[Véarsa 2]
Tá mé ag díthreorú ó na codanna díom a aithníonn tú
Ó fheictear go scanrúil i soicindí
Beidh mé leapacha, ligfidh mé don phian metastasize
Ach, sin maidin, déanfaidh mé dearmad air
Agus is é an ton dhiailiú go léir atá agam
[Cór]
Nílim bródúil as na puinseanna go léir a chaith mé
In ainm duine níl a fhios agam a thuilleadh
As an náire a bheith óg, ar meisce, agus ina n -aonar
Soilse tráchta agus raidió tarchuradóra
Ní maith liom é sin, nuair a chaith siad mé sa charr
Thug mé d’ainm mar mo ghlao gutháin éigeandála
Mil, ghlaoigh sé agus ghlaoigh sé, shíl fiú na próistí go raibh tú mícheart chun crochta suas
Diailigh mé ar meisce, gheobhaidh mé bás ar meisce, gheobhaidh mé bás ar do shon
Bhuel, gheobhainn bás ar do shon
[Droichead]
Go raibh maith agat, a dhuine uasail, ach lig dom glaoch
Tabharfaidh mé mo alcól fola duit
Lobhadhfaidh mé leis na dóiteán go léir sa chill
Athróidh mé mo chreideamh, molfaidh mé an bhratach
Fan, tugaim faoi deara go nglaofaidh sí ar ais orm
Ó, a mhac, an bhfuil tú i mbaol duit féin?
Bhuel, fuck an a dhuine uasail sin, ach lig dom glaoch
Tabharfaidh mé mo alcól fola duit
Lobhadhfaidh mé leis na dóiteán go léir sa chill
Athróidh mé mo chreideamh, pógfaidh mé an suaitheantas
Fan, tugaim faoi deara go nglaofaidh sí ar ais orm
Mac, cén fáth a ndéanann tú é seo duit féin?
Agus dúirt mé
[Cór]
Nílim bródúil as na puinseanna go léir a chaith mé
In ainm duine níl a fhios agam a thuilleadh (níl a fhios agam a thuilleadh)
As an náire a bheith óg, ar meisce, agus ina n -aonar
Soilse tráchta agus raidió tarchuradóra
Ní maith liom é sin, nuair a chaith siad mé sa charr
Thug mé d’ainm mar mo ghlao gutháin éigeandála
Mil, ghlaoigh sé agus ghlaoigh sé, shíl fiú na próistí go raibh tú mícheart chun crochta suas
Diailigh mé ar meisce, gheobhaidh mé bás ar meisce, gheobhaidh mé bás ar do shon