turn the faucet on
baby don't let me drown
while i wash the pills down
wash the pills down
tap water in my cup
sick to my mother fucking guts
sick to my mother fucking guts
life before my eyes i rummage through these wise old wounds
took so many pills i'll plummet in my bed quiet soon
could be dead by noon
unless you...(unless you)
lost my count of all the chances that have passed on by
all the phantoms keep on dancing round my tired eyes
they could take my life
if they want to...(if they want to)
turn the faucet on
baby don't let me drown
while i wash the pills down
wash the pills down
tap water in my cup
sick to my mother fucking guts
sick to my mother fucking guts (but i'm feeling like you wont)
turn the faucet on
baby don't let me drown
while i wash the pills down
wash the pills down
tap water in my cup
sick to my mother fucking guts
sick to my mother fucking guts
