87 days
I had 87 days
I threw it away
And fell back into
Hopeless helpless hell
I called up my sponsor
He sent over a guy
To fill me up with coffee
And take me to a meeting
I cried:
87 days
I had 87 days
He said:
Tomorrow, you’re gonna have one day
Thank God for my sponsor
Thank God I'm alive
Tomorrow I'm gonna have one day
by Richard W. Bray
Crazy keeping secrets
That everybody sees
When secrets aren’t so secret
It’s time to set them free
Lies are so convenient
But it's hard to keep track
Check your baggage at the station
And never look back
Reality don’t hide
It was oozing out my pores
I was crashing into sidewalks
And walking into doors
Lies are so convenient
But it's hard to keep track
Check your baggage at the station
And never look back
What I saw in the mirror
Was anybody's guess
I kept on digging deeper
In all my distress
Lies are so convenient
But it's hard to keep track
Check your baggage at the station
And never look back
Waking up sober
And the house doesn’t smell
There’s nothing to trip over
I’m starting to get well
Lies are so convenient
But it's hard to keep track
Check your baggage at the station
And never look backCheck your baggage at the station
And never look back
by Richard W. Bray
On Saturday he comes to town
And puts some pints of whiskey down
Getting drunk and talking shit
All night long till he gets hit
A mixed-up mess of drink and smell
Living in your private hell
Getting drunk and talking shit
Spewing lies and gobs of spit
Thoughts revealed in wine are true
Uncovering the real you
Getting drunk and talking shit
Such an asshole when you’re lit
Folks who piss away their lives
Belching lies as sharp as knives
Getting drunk and talking shit
Losers don’t know when to quit
by Richard W. Bray
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
Someday, I’ll pay
For each one of my sins
Catting and carousing
Till daylight
St. Peter’s gonna
Curse my silly grin
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m sorry for
The selfish things I done
I left a trail of heartache
And hurting
I gotta say
I had a lotta fun
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m about to bust
My weary frame
It’s too late for any excuses
I spent a lifetime
Shifting all the blame
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I feel bad
For all them things I said
I’ve always been
A real late bloomer
I’m gonna change
Right after I am dead
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