Wooler - Nostalgia Lyrics

Nickels and dimes are afforded
I play for cheap
Trading punches with the bottle
It plays for me
Feeble, lost, but determined
I bet it all
Bad luck clings like a virus
I shrug it off
I'm not that soft

Deal me in
I'm bleeding out but reaching man
I'm dying for more
A picture I keep chasing that I never see
Won't wait for me

Scramble for something familiar
Am I alive
One more fight with the bottle
Before I die
We fall through the cracks and wake up with the bends
I throw you away but you
You're still there
I'm still right here

Deal me in
I'm bleeding out but reaching man
I'm dying for more
A picture I keep chasing that I never see
Won't wait for me
The bottle always wins
I'm crawling through a haven with a knife in my back
A feeling that betrays me that I don't foresee
It buries me