| Three days, no happy endings
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| Highways, I’m hallucinating
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| I wish I wasn’t so mathematic
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| I wish I hadn’t overheated
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| Heartbeats across a crowded room
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| April Fool, give me a week or two
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| These drinks are hitting me so hard
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| I wish I had an angel watching over me
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| Set up another round
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| It’s raining
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| Six more drinks before I drown
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| Bottoms up and spirits down
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| Have my words lost all weight?
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| This is weighing on me
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| Have I got nothing left to say?
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| Now I remember all the words
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| Through my smoky eyes, a blurred hotel room stirred
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| I’m waiting to hear you through the static
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| Three more cigarettes, a time to call off all regrets
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| This is every selfish song
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| This is all those moments bleeding
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| Maybe I made a huge mistake
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| I always thought that it would come to this
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| March came without a cost
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| April falls into the dream again
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| In May I’ll cut myself off, at a loss for words
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| It doesn’t mean I’m really over it
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| And on the 13th of September, I swear I’ll remember
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| Even if it doesn’t make any sense
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| March 30th we’ll be desperate, a happy birthday to me
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| What a spineless overstatement |