Chris Mills - Crooked Vein lyrics

I met you on Main Street And you became my main dream Now I'm drunk at the fishing stream I can't remember your last name You think I bought you that wedding band I dug it up in the seaside sand I'm cheap and I'm mean and you're as sweet as sugarcane I'm gonna stick a straight razor in my crooked vein I'm gonna stick a straight razor in my crooked vein It carries cold blood to my crooked heart And down my body to my liver part That alcohol's been tearing apart My eyes are blurry If I had friends, they'd all be worried I can't believe you're going back to Tennessee Ninety proof ain't proof enough for me If I don't stay exactly high When I say high, I'm talking ten liquor bottles high I forget to remember to forget I'm gonna stick a straight razor in my crooked vein