Where did the fucking passion go?
You’re obsessed with everything
and I’m sinking to the bottom of the bottle
I want to tell you
We both know better
We know I can’t
Even though I know that you know
You dance for everyone
Except me
What does that really make me?
Dreams like this die
They need to
They must
Stop
Stop thinking
Fuck that
I’ll just drink more
The only person that ever listens is the bartender anyway
She has better things to get to
This must be my kind of love
It’s always moves slow
It always leaves me alone
Alone with a bottle and my thoughts
If you only knew what I was thinking
How I felt
I try to tell you
I never reaches you
I don’t feel like I have
God knows I’ve tried
Ask the fifteen empty bottles
They’ll testify on my behalf
Self surviving sons of bitches
It’s midnight and I’m dancing alone
You’re the only girl I want to dance with
You’re the only girl I want
You’re…
Fuck it
Pass me another shot, Maria
I’m quick on my feet
Watching cars drive by
Walking home
Watching stars
Falling stars
I’m the most fallen of all
and I’m sure as fuck no star
I’m out of my mind and have no soul
I still like to dance
Don’t pray for me
He gave up on me a long time ago
He sent the goddess of death to collect me
Even she rejected me
It’s ok that you stay distant
You have your reasons
So do I…
It’s why it’s so late and I’m talking to this fucking fire hydrant
He doesn’t judge me
Fuck, I forgot to tip Maria
I better go back inside
The hydrant is starting to look at me funny
Me
The clown
The clown that isn’t funny
I still won’t frown for you
Fuck you
I’m happy
We both know better
We both know that it’s real
We both know
You’re just like me
Johnny Walker told me it’s true
He never lies
I do
I’m not proud of that
but I do…
All I want right now is to be laying by your side
Holding you
Kissing you
Dreams like this must die
They always die
All stars eventually burn out
KI thought ours would burn longer
Where did the fucking passion go?
Come on, baby
Hold me awhile longer
Just hold on
Don’t let me go
Dance with me
These thoughts are as empty as my glass
