Text: No Fuego. 4am Lullaby.

Another whiskey night and many more to go.
Another drunken high.(and this time you've really lost your mind)
And it keeps getting worse as things were said that weren't meant.
But remembered til tommorrow when we sober up.
The night will be lost. A few too many shots and not enough time in the day.

The past is gone. Better times are now.
Let's stop killing ourselves.
With a bottle full of emptiness, an empty pack of cigarettes,
~We're not gonna die tonight.

Hangovers are less. Days turn into weeks.

Thinking on the past and believing in no future.
So lets have a drink together, bury the past.
I guess this is better than drinking all alone.

The past is gone. Better times are now.
Let's stop killing ourselves.
With a bottle full of emptiness, an empty pack of cigarettes,
~We're not gonna die tonight.