| The smell of instant coffee |
| Reminds me of the days when I |
| Had other plans, other prospects |
| Other ways of getting by |
| Before this useless ink was drilled in, My tired skin |
| There was life |
| Behind my eyes |
| See I’d of been a teacher |
| Changed peoples lives including mine |
| I could have moved out years ago |
| And not be drowning in this wine |
| Forgetting how to swim |
| And everyday I lose |
| Cus' i’m still treading this water |
| I’ve been turning into booze |
| Whiskey on my tongue |
| Blood on my hands |
| It’s only a matter of time |
| Before i see you fall into another man’s arms |
| So why should i come home tonight? |
| Why should i come home tonight? |
| I’m sick of risking my health |
| On these three hundred day weekends |
| Days of useless excuses |
| Oh I’m hungover again |
| Life stopped answering my calls |
| And i’m getting friendlier with death, He said he’d trade me a bottle for what |
| little soul I have left |
| And I said yes |
| How else am i gonna' spend my time? |
| I could kid myself i’m healing |
| Tell my friends i’m doing fine |
| I could ask the lord for forgiveness |
| But me and him don’t get on well, Besides I doubt he could hear me |
| From down here in my own hell |
| Whiskey on my tongue |
| Blood on my hands |
| It’s only a matter of time |
| Before I see you fall to another mans arms |
| So why should I come home tonight? |
| Why should I come home tonight? |
| It’s like you got it all figured out |
| And the words just get stuck in my mouth |
| All the faces are changing |
| And i’m left alone once again |
| My friend, give me something to believe in |
| Oh with whiskey on my tongue |
| Blood on my hands |
| It’s only a matter of time |
| Before i see you fall into another mans arms |
| So why should I come home tonight? |
| Oh why should I come home tonight? |
| Yeah, why should i come home tonight? |
| Come home tonight |