4 acessos
We drink these excuses with a shot of pride.
Glasses full of regret, and bottles filled with lies.
Its getting easier to hide your shame, its getting easier to swallow again.
After each failed attempt to soar, i find it harder to get off the floor.
This routine, is killing me. oh, god, dont let me be lonely tonight
I won't remember a thing, i dont want to remember
I won't remember a thing, i dont want to remember
I won't remember a thing, i dont want to remember
I won't remember a thing, which makes it easier to do it again.
How long will we play with fire, until we get burned.
We clipped our wings, we tied our legs, everything to hold us down.
Each night we close our eyes so we don't have to see each other drown.
This routine, is killing me. oh, god, dont let me be lonely tonight