Stacking up these bottles tonight. Next to my bed I'm slowly drowning in a sea of liquid, poison, fire. Heart's full of lead, my stomach's burning and my life just sank right through the ground. Yes, I'm a mess and I lack this state of mind to get me through tonight.
This room's spinning round and round, separate beds is where we're found. I can't help but think about how we'll both sleep better now. I can't seem to get this right. (Never gonna get it right) Double vision, I'm clawing a hole inside my hollow chest.
So call me over. Can I get some closure inside my head? I'm still hungover from all these bullshit "lives" I was fed. You said you loved these words but they never helped that much, anyway.
My life is falling down, I'll circle the drain right into the ground. No one can see me now. Keep quiet, I can't stand the sound. I'm not a man of many words but here's something you haven't heard; I talk too much, I think too much when I can't sleep at night. Yeah we're a mess, we lack the state of mind to get us through tonight.