Seven nights on the phone and for what
So I can see you for
Who you are, not who you want to be
Your final form has
Taken over, I've lost all control
Of who I used to be
Having you is good for contact
But not for psyche
It's okay that I'm not living up to your standards
But when you draw me closer you don't linger
How about a little drink before you see my final form
You call me crazy but I'm who I want to be
Two months and you just can't stand up
Or stay f*cking sober
You rely on the sole fact that I'm
I'm still here
Something's up and you're fighting down the
The urge to relapse
Well I was never something for you to pull down when you collapse
It's okay that I'm not living up to your standards
But when you draw me closer you don't linger
How about a little drink before you see my final form
Woah
It's okay that I'm not living up to your standards
But when you draw me closer you don't linger
How about a little drink before you see my final form
Woah