Kevin C Hansen
runnin out
morning dust's cool bluelike the chalk on a pool cueit's all clicking like the ice cubes, in my glassthe splash of a tin roofs raindrops, bone dry when all of the pain stopsit always burns my throatwhen the pride is swallowedfrom the bottom of the bottle, or the barrel of a guni would take a shot for youi will never runi won't run out (2x)i'm like the bar full of rum, or the room full of doubtwaterd down cloudor skies at sundowni'm never runnin' out
From Letras Mania