The Saddest Girl To Ever Hold A Martini

Limited beyond the scope cause all I see is what the focus brings me

And I’m at the end of my rope

The one that leads from where your chorus dropped me

Alright alright

I can’t remember what you said

Alright alright

I just can’t forget what you did

And I’m still holding to the road in from of me

And I’m not going home

Never really cared for getting old

That was for old friends

And their old plans for dying

I’m not changing and it’s all she rote

This is who I am and where ill stay forever

Sorry

My friend, my friend don’t you dare feel sorry

Hold on to your guns and bring your things along

We’re not done and we’re not sorry

This is our idea of dying