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Pass Out Black Out
Waking up with the room spinning and my stomach turning
mysterious bruises and cuts and my feet are burning
dirt under my nails and my make up is smeared
hot breath with the taste of cigarettes and beer
did I fall asleep or did I pass out
the same questions every time I black out
backtrack to last night going out to the bar
did I walk home who knows its not very far
drink one and drink two I'm still okay
drink six and drink seven no memory today
met a few people danced to some songs
trying hard to remember when it went wrong
flashback hits me
I'm on the ground
I'm under a fence
I'm in the dirt
I'm in the back of a strangers truck
I'm hit by a car and just ran away
I was outside my home but I didn't stay
the rest is blurry
I know I came to my room in a hurry
hours and minutes missing from my mind
why does this happen every single time
mysterious bruises and cuts and my feet are burning
dirt under my nails and my make up is smeared
hot breath with the taste of cigarettes and beer
did I fall asleep or did I pass out
the same questions every time I black out
backtrack to last night going out to the bar
did I walk home who knows its not very far
drink one and drink two I'm still okay
drink six and drink seven no memory today
met a few people danced to some songs
trying hard to remember when it went wrong
flashback hits me
I'm on the ground
I'm under a fence
I'm in the dirt
I'm in the back of a strangers truck
I'm hit by a car and just ran away
I was outside my home but I didn't stay
the rest is blurry
I know I came to my room in a hurry
hours and minutes missing from my mind
why does this happen every single time
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