You say you want to die
And I've been scrubbing blood from the pavement.
Tears sliding down your cheeks and I'm holding back
Because I can't help you anymore.
One more beer and you'll go home and start over.
A shot of whiskey to send me away from all of this.
I'll meet you in Neverland.
Tomorrow you'll wake shameful and sorrowful
And I, sleep deprived and sad.
Both of us waiting for temptation to subside and shame to carry us home.