Tequila Sunrise

Hollow Graves

Compositor: Alex Saragosa / Coady McCormack / Nathan Greavette / Nathan Piquette-Miller / Robert Coxford

The day slowly turns to night
Tequila sunrise in my left hand
And a cigarette in my right
You know all the things I want to remember
I don't, what a joke

Here's to hoping that you'll come around
So unlikely to tell the truth
Watch me unravel in front of you
You come close enough
Just to talk about how we live
For hours, but we both know

I'll fake it till we make it but still
You can see right through me
Like the glass that I use for these pills
To cope with myself tonight
And in the end I'll still drown

Here's to hoping that you'll come around
Well, you might
So unlikely to tell the truth
Watch me unravel in front of you

You said you might
So unlikely to tell the truth
Watch me unravel in front of you
Well, you might

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