| Yeah, we might need a drink tonight | |
| I feel your thorn set in my side | |
| To waste, I grow | |
| So when I give its for the sake of you | |
| So is this the sound of age or sleeping? | |
| And I wish that you'd said what you're thinking | |
| Because I need answers | |
| Are you listening? | |
| Yeah, we might need a drink tonight | |
| I feel your thorn set in my side | |
| To waste, I grow | |
| So when I give its for the sake of you | |
| I'm writing this down and out | |
| I just don't feel it | |
| My whispers were drowned out by her screaming | |
| I'll be your ghost | |
| I'll claw you down when you need me | |
| Yeah, we might need a drink tonight | |
| I feel your thorn set in my side | |
| To waste, I grow | |
| So when I give its for the sake of you | |
| And I'm sorry for every day | |
| Its all the same | |
| And I will confess | |
| So recite your needs | |
| Its better off said |