Cold as winter fallout, or so it seems.
Empty bottles whistle in the wind
I still see the dark, but all the monsters sleep
A crack in the wall and a happy meal
It was raining sadness, while Im asleep
Thought that maybe today I'll have another chance
All the weekends passed this, I still was left a beer.
And across the hall, I see his face through the toilet deeps.
Said what's for breakfest?
I think I need my pills
But then nobody gets their wish
So I just bang my head on the fridge
