Third Day of a Seven Day Binge
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day bingeAnd I can already see your name disintegrating from my lipsWe've only reached the third day of a seven-day bingeI can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me wellI just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hellWe've only reached the third day of our seven-day bingeI can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I've got bullets, in the boothRather be your victim, than be with youI got bullets, in the BoothRather be your victim, than be with you
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day bingeI can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I'd rather be your victim, than to be with youRather be your victim, than be with you