Borracho from This Affection by Doombaby

No clouds
Clear sky
Through forced smiles

Oh, crowd
Don't die
Over denials

And you want it
And you need it
But it cuts you like a knife

Don't look now
The lights are shining bright
Just like they were
On that Friday or Saturday night

Shrugged sleep
Pressed on
Through gritted teeth
Plugged deep
Stress gone
With pitted chiefs

And you want it
And you need it
But it cuts you like a knife

Don't look now
The lights are shining bright
Just like they were
On that Friday or Saturday night

Don't look now
The lights are shining bright
Just like they were
On that Friday or Saturday night
When we lost our souls
And it felt like the world died
We are the very best of man
Fall in love, get out of here alive

• Rock
• garage rock
• independent
• indie
• indie rock
• Barre