A Six Inch Valley - Planes Mistaken For Stars

The sheets are soaked in whiskey, i still can’t stop this shaking

The sheets are soaked in whiskey, my bottle’s empty again

It’s getting harder to stay sober, dwelling on the dim on this shame

And you know, i couldn’t sell you a lie to save my life

So it’s up to ugly truths to scapre us by

Or down to dirty tricks to keep us blind

The sheets are soaked in whiskey, your bags are packed

I still can’t stop this shaking, my bottle’s empty again

The lines get blurred when there’s bills to pay, babes to bury, and babes to

feed

You bought forever with a better man

Did you remember, forever never ends?