Bad Chemistry from Spilt Milk by Thirsty Guys

We sat upon a burning bridge
The beacon of our recklessness
Fumbling through sentences,
The chemicals made us sick

Thin lips, exasperated tongue.
Cold feet, always on the run.
You’ll never find someone
Or something to care about

You’ve got no one to impress

Sat around
We had too much to drink
now our hearts start to sink
Like a beating wreckage

Guess I need to give it up this time.
Guess I need some time to figure out
Everything thats going through my mind
Where are we headed ?

You’ve got no one to impress

Thin lips, exasperated tongue.
Tell me, are we having fun?
These run on sentences
Never come to a head.

We’ve got, no one to impress.
So I’m giving up.
I’m giving up

• Punk
• ska
• New Brunswick