the bottom of the bottle doesn't have any answers
but i drain it anyway
i can't find jesus in this burning on my throat
but i sin in hopes of seeing him
i'm ripping my own heart out and it hurts so ******* much
but not as much as you did
tomorrow will be loud and painful
but it is today and it was yesterday
spinning like a top and the walls look like your neck
but kissing them won't bring you back
oh
how
far
i've
fallen