Kevin C Hansen
runnin' out
morning dust's cool bluelike a 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 a 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 doubti'm like the skies at sundown, behind those watered down cloudsi won't ever run out
From Letras Mania