"One more drink and then the floor."
I've said it to myself a thousand times before.
You can't make it any easier,
you can't make the world a stage.
One more drink and then the floor;
I'll lose my cool again, and who is keeping score.
You say you want to talk about it,
but I've run out of things to say.
We're tired,
we've had enough.
You've got a lot to learn,
but it's not our problem.
Your wide eyes, and I'm tongue-tied
for the last time.
And I die by your bed side
for the last time.
We're tired,
we've had enough.
You've got a lot to learn,
but it's not our problem.
Blood-shot eyes,
sleepless nights,
whispered lies,
severed ties.
We're tired,
we've had enough.
You've got a lot to learn,
but it's not our problem.