Self-Medicate from EP by Defeños

Well we aint got no place to go but home from here
Cause my vision's getting funny
And I'm running out of money
And they're running out of beer. Oh no!
Tell my lovely I'll be home tonight for sure
Over sidewalk cracks
And old unused tracks
Right to our front door

Oh I'll be feeling this tomorrow for sure
But better than feeling the things that I felt before

Coro:
So give me one last reason to care
The curve of your smile, the way that you pull back your hair
Cause I know that this cannot go on.

I aint got no trust in no doctor's anyway
Their hands are too cold
They just make me feel old
And their council seems so cheap
So come my friendlies, let's go to the bar for a drink
Beer, tequila, or scotch
Whiskey on the rocks
Whatever helps you feel free (oh!)

Oh we'll be feeling this tomorrow for sure
But better than feeling the things that we felt before

So give me one last reason to care
The curve of your smile, the way that you pull back your hair
Cause I know that this cannot go on.

Oh, the moment is gone
We chase it, we're always too late
It's something inside
Like something has died
We'll never resuscitate
Yes oh, the moment is gone
It's fleeting, it's final, it's bate
We're better than this
But lazy as shit
So let's just self-medicate

Oh we'll be feeling this tomorrow for sure
But better than feeling the things that we felt before

So give me one last reason to care
The curve of your smile, the way that you pull back your hair
And keep on like you'll never find a better way home
Through the thick of the fog, the snow, and the bitter cold
And I know that this cannot go on
Just keep on
And be strong
It's clear
Then pass me another beer.

• Folk
• alt-country
• country
• jazz
• rock
• Mexico City