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Sweat Socks and old slippers
Rattling wheel on shopping cart
Dirty hair and faded memories
Woke up late just getting started
Coffee black just like my shades
A little tipsy, but not sideways
And that’s a good thing
Down right amazing
You might see me , In the check out line.
cigarettes, small regrets and a box of wine
Yes I’ll Fake it, till i make it.
You might catch me crazy, But you won’t catch me crying
I always find out a little bit late
That my choices are half baked
I’m still walkin’, talking’ sober
But my truth Is hungover.
From your cocktail of excuses
And a pitcher full of lies
And a bottle of your cheating
Cheers to me , it’s no surprise!
You might see me , In the check out line
cigarettes, small regrets and a box wine
Yes I’ll Fake it , till i make it
You might catch me crazy, But you won’t catch me crying
I stumbled into you. Almost Never caught my balance
But I finally got a clue , It’s not me
5 It’s you...
I might see you, In the checkout line
Bloodshot eyes, bless your heart, you’ll be fine
I think you’ll make it
Cause you were pretty good at faking it
and blaming it all on me
You might see me… In the check out line
cigarettes, small regrets and a box wine
Yes I’ll Fake it… till i make it...
You might catch me crazy
You might see me… In the check out line...
cigarettes, small regrets and a box wine
Yes I’ll Fake it… till i make it…
You might catch me crazy, But you won’t catch me crying…
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