i always put you in a bad mood
so why the fuck i keep living in your bed?

even drunk i still find the words to make you cry
even high or even blind
always letting you down

im older than my body
my body is older than me

does this sickness ever go away?
maybe if i listen to this song long enough i'll learn to love myself

it was january and you told me to live with a bullet in my chest
i don't wanna close my eyes
all around me everything will die 

even drunk i still find the words to make you cry
even high or even blind
always letting you down