Тексты песен Anchor Arms

A whiskey, a line, again and again. We're at our worst (no worse for war lately.) Well, it was me against the world til you came crawling back. A reason, a rhyme, a dance, a fight, It won't be long t

I left you where I left you with A bottle in your hands Cuz I was short on drugs, But not on good graces. And it burns like a flame To see you starve tonight, So I'm waiting for you... I'm waiting for