And every morning I wake up with dried up tears and smudged make-up
I light a cigarette up aw let the smoke burn my throat
And every morning I drink a little bit more and slur forgotten memories
And now I have no more tears but the smoke is starting to taste like you from all my screaming your name
And now even the liqour is starting to taste like you
What I'm trying to say is that I think I'm going insane
