Sober || Breaking Bad

ACT TWO

Well you look like yourself
But you're somebody else
Only it ain't on the surface
Well you talk like yourself
No, I hear someone else though
Now you're making me nervous.

held the better cards
But every stroke of luck has got a bleed through
It's got a bleed through

held the better cards
But every stroke of luck has got a bleed through
It's got a bleed through.

You held the balance of the time
That only blindly I could read you
But I could read you

You were the better part
Of every bit of beating heart that I had
Whatever I had
I finally sat alone
Pitch black flesh and bone
Couldn't believe that you were gone