Old Potatoes Sara Beth

Let’s dance around the kitchen after work on a Wednesday
Drinking old potatoes till we’re saying shit we shouldn’t say
Till we’re doing shit we probably shouldn’t do
Till I end up l half naked lying next to you
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Make a pot of coffee just to forget that we did
Hit our nicotine while we swear that we could quit
Pack another bowl
We’ll get higher than our lows
While we practice letting go
Of shit we can’t control
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And it smells like cheap cigarettes
On your fingers and on your breath
And it lingers as you kiss my head
While we’re spilling off the side of your twin sized bed
Smells like cheap cigarettes
On your fingers and on your breath
And it lingers as you kiss my head
But there’s no place in the world I’d rather be instead
No there’s no place in the world I’d rather be instead
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So tell me bout your life and how your mom is kinda crazy
Lose all track of time and accidentally call you baby
Lookin at the clock saying really I should go
So we pour another shot so I can’t drive home
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Staying up till 3 o clock in the morning
And really what the fuck? cause we work in the morning
Losing sleep losing faith in the whole human race
But tonight we’re alright yeah we’ll be okay
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Smells like cheap cigarettes
On your fingers and on your breath
And it lingers as you kiss my head
While we’re spilling off the side of your twin sized bed
Smells like cheap cigarettes
On your fingers and on your breath
And it lingers as you kiss my head
But there’s no place in the world I’d rather be instead
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No there’s no place in the world I’d rather be instead
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Yeah you smell like cheap cigarettes
On your fingers and on your breath
And it lingers as you kiss my head
While we’re spilling off the side of your twin sized bed