Full Throttle

As things start to look better
you leave me with only a letter
I try and think what went wrong
It comes back to me when i rip the bong

I'd get to the bottom of the bottle
i'd shamelessly take the last swallow
i would sit and wallow
And whe you came home, i'd scream at you full throttle

Try and make up exuses for my missuses
all of your friend knew why you were black and blue
everytime i would hit and break shit
partyin like i was rich, callin you a dirty bitch

I had everything, now i feel like im dying
Lookin back now i try and think how

I could get to the bottom of the bottle
shamelessly take that last swallow
how i could just sit and wallow
and wen you come hoem, scream at you full throttle

You were everything to me
i was the lock, you were my key
I pray we can fix this, i can only dream of your kiss
All i have left is what you wrote
a resignation of our relationship, a peathetic note

If this is the last thing you hear from me
you are the best thing ever, you are more potent than whiskey
i realize now i fucked up, cause i wouldnt shut up

I'd get to the bottom of the bottle
i'd shamelessly take the last swallow
i would sit and wallow
And whe you came home, i'd scream at you full throttle

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