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last call - late1 lyrics

(chorus)
what’s the point of it all
when ninety*nine empty bottles hide the writing on the wall
and one by one they all fall
i lived a vine ripened life but now it’s time for last call

so what’s the point of it all
when ninety*nine empty bottles hide the writing on the wall
and one by one they all fall
i lived a vine ripened life but now it’s time for last call

(verse 1)
tip the cup back, they said “taste it, don’t waste it,”
then the cup’s done and i basically shapeshift
who i am changes, my whole mind rearranges
i wake up too late then i’m back at the same sh*t

repeat like a playlist, (repeat like a playlist)
while i’m keeping my cool just like my facebook display pic
everyday wasted, a disgrace to the shameless
my future’s not bright, so i keep my eyes faded

got me stuck in the past while i’m dreading the present
pick me ups put me down, don’t know what i expected
i guess that’s the essence when you mess with depressants
found a message in a bottle but i guess i misread it
(chorus)
what’s the point of it all
when ninety*nine empty bottles hide the writing on the wall
and one by one they all fall
i lived a vine ripened life but now it’s time for last call

so what’s the point of it all
when ninety*nine empty bottles hide the writing on the wall
and one by one they all fall
i lived a vine ripened life but now it’s time for last call

(verse 2)
commiserate, celebrate or just a time k!ller
i don’t wear white, cos i’m a red wine spiller
but these splotches tell a story, a gory allegory
i’m a jackson pollock print, a rick without a morty

nah, i keep it light and make jokes about my troubles
while i push the world away like i’m the boy in the bubble
see the kingdom crumble while i drunkely stumble
mumble something about nothing, sway away and stay humble

yeah, i’ve got plenty of empties
i’d drink em by the dozen but they’re getting too exxy
“bro everybody’s sober” everybody except me
looking half past thirty in the midst of my twenties
i’m a vampire man, i’m lost on reflection
seen knocking back shots at my own intervention
strung out seven days about to snap from the tension
while i’m still like twelve steps away from redemption

(chorus)
what’s the point of it all
when ninety*nine empty bottles hide the writing on the wall
and one by one they all fall
i lived a vine ripened life but now it’s time for last call

so what’s the point of it all
when ninety*nine empty bottles hide the writing on the wall
and one by one they all fall
i lived a vine ripened life but now it’s time for last call

(verse 3)
i went from alcohol sippin, to alcoholism
and now i never dare to venture where alcohol isn’t
my life’s been refracted through this alcohol prism
then the next morning showed me what alcohol didn’t

i guess it’s past time that i’m done with these dumb nights
drinking in the am, just to k!ll a sunrise
just another drunk guy, spiking my own punchlines
ah well, for a spell, at least i had fun, right?
so what’s the point? i guess you’ve got to enjoy it
in the end all that’s left to do is choose your poison
my spirit’s been distilled, see the shimmer in the drops
my whiskey might be neat but my life is on the rocks

what’s the point of it all
when ninety*nine empty bottles hide the writing on the wall
and one by one they all fall
i lived a vine ripened life but now it’s time for last call

so what’s the point of it all
when ninety*nine empty bottles hide the writing on the wall
and one by one they all fall
i lived a vine ripened life but now it’s time for last call

(outro)
now at the end of it all
ninety*nine empty bottles caused this titan to fall
but now my back’s to the wall
for the first time in my life i’m not frightened at all

- late1 lyrics

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