Carpet Whiskey
It Looks Sad.
My best friend drinks too much
He does it to stay warm
There's a burning in his throat
It's been there since he was born
Carpet whiskey
And broken glass by the pool
Even at our worst, were still better than most
Yeah, life is so cruel
We waited all day
For fifteen minutes of explosions in the sky
I saw you by the library
But it just wasn't right
Carpet whiskey
And blood stains on my shirt
Even at our worst, were still better than most
Yeah, but why does it still hurt
