Sneakin Drinks Into Bars

sneakin drinks into bars sensing it'll fall apart we're fluent in false alarms we make it up as we go along from molehills we drew a map call off work i have your back these doldrums are heaven sent please make my calendar bare when my head's still the clouds move fast you're blood and smoke my mirror and my match you turn it up, i start to laugh we lose the plot, we find the thread bar lights field smoke highlights you know i love it