And then morning comes
And you put on a new face
Pretending you know nothing about the damage you’ve caused the night before
You go on and do your thing
Buttering up your prey knowing how you are going to hurt it later on. Knowing how you’re gonna make it cry! Make it suffer!
It’s almost like you get some sick twisted satisfaction out of it.
Knowing that your pal is waiting for until sunset is what gets you through the day.
The devil in the bottle took you away and now I wonder if he’ll ever give you back.