Saturday Afternoon Drain Away - Wasteland Davolyn

Because you drain me of my energy Then you don't return my calls Even though I paint so many pictures of you There's no room on my walls Weave another web of lies, anaesthetize me Before you cut me deep Make a better memory from pieces of What the loving used to be Yeah, yeah Drain Because you drain me of my energy Don't return my calls Even though I paint so many pictures of you There's no room on my walls Weave another web of lies, anaesthetize me Before you cut me deep Make a better memory from pieces of What the loving used to be (yeah) Though I never back down I can't feel my crown Never lose my head But you take my heart instead When you want my love But you won't give me your trust You can take my pain But instead, you're just a Drain me of my energy Don't return my calls Even though I paint so many pictures of you There's no room on my walls Weave another web of lies, anaesthetize me Before you cut me deep Make a better memory from pieces of What the loving used to be Because you drain me of my energy Then you don't return my calls Even though I paint so many pictures of you There's no room on my walls Weave another web of lies, anaesthetize me Before you cut me deep Make a better memory from pieces of What the loving used to be (yeah) (Yeah, yeah) won't you take my pain? (Drain) I fall into your drain (drain, I fall into your drain) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), drain, drain, drain, drain, drain

I feel no pain The bottle is my ball and chain Am I insane? My breath smells like kerosene Don't look at me I'm a sight for sore eyes to see I can't believe I'm a walking talking misery Brain drain 190 grain It's not the caine, not the mary jane But the golden grain Don't touch my bottle You might drop it, break it, then I die If life's worth living, why do I always cry the blues? Don't you pray for me I don't need your fucking sympathy Just a little drink, it means about the same to me... yea Brain drain 190 grain Am I insane? Will I ever change? Brain drain 190 grain It's not the caine, not the mary jane But the golden grain I'm a redneck punk Can't remember when I wasn't drunk People say I stink I don't care what they think No colored whiskey I don't need that rock and rye Pass that 190 And I'll say bye-bye