Text: Senses Fail. Life Is Not A Waiting Room. Hair Of The Dog.

Empty frames on the floor
there's nothing left to prove who I was before.
I'll burn the pictures before I leave
and wipe my prints off from the scene,
The embers will help me to grieve.

I need a drink to take, to take me through the day
Sometimes I lie awake and think of my mistakes.
Was there ever a time we weren't dying
and I wasn't lying?
I know I fucked up the last two years of your life.

Empty boxes by the door, I'm throwing out all
the clothes that I once wore.
They just don't seem to fit my shape right now.
My appetite for holding on has been washed down.
I'm on a liquid diet of cheap beer and wasted love,
tomorrow I will pay the price.

I need a drink to take, to take me through the day.
Sometimes I lie awake and think of my mistakes.
Was there ever a time we weren't dying and I weren't lying?
I know I fucked up.
This is my last goodbye,
I've hurt you enough.
I know the morning's going to hurt
But fuck it cause I know this works,
"So just take out another glass and pour."
Send the shivers down my spine,
calm the shakes with rotten wine.
If I don't get out of this house I'll die or waste more of my life

I need a drink to take, to take me through the day.
Sometimes I lie awake and think of my mistakes.
Was there ever a time we weren't dying and I wasn't lying?
I know I fucked up.
This is my last goodbye,
I've hurt you enough.

(Thanks to Roxey for these lyrics)