Raw - White Reaper

Been drunk so long, like almost out of spite

We’ve been roughhousing tonight, and I fell under the knife

Hey, I feel like talking again

But the room is circling like some kinda ride

I stayed out till morning again

And I get to wondering as to why

Yeah, with your deep blonde hair, you can’t fight fair

What do I do?

You and your dead blank stare, I still play the fool with to lose

Yeah sometimes we take pictures, they just don’t turn out right

But I still can see the shape of you, up against that campfire light

Woah oh, I want to go back to that night

I wanna go back there with you

And I can’t tell if nothing’s changed, if it’s the same

I hear your name, I look for you

I hear your name and I stand up

I don’t care if I fall again

Yeah, 'cause I got so much life to live

I don’t care how many times I trip

Or bruises, cuts, or busted lips

It’s loser’s cup, give me a sip

Been drunk so long, like almost out of spite

Been drunk so long, like almost out of spite