in just life,
when fuckups are common,
with whomever can't be unmade
when emotions rise, alcohol flows,
and
in justlife,
when fuckups are common,
and it doesn't matter who got laid,
when who rides, someone's heart cries,
and the question written in sweet sweat is only - who knows?
and yet somewhere, hearts fade,
and
injust life,
sometimes, hope dies
but what is there to say?
injustlife,
when fuckups are common.