We’ve only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I can’t decide if you’re wearing me out or wearing me well
I just feel like I’m condemned to wear someone else’s hell

We’ve only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I’ve got bullets in a booth
Rather be your victim than be with you
I’ve got bullets in a booth
Rather be your victim than be with you

We’ve only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
Rather be your victim than to be with you