We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well

I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell

We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge

I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips



I've got bullets, in the booth

Rather be your victim, than be with you

I got bullets, in the Boothe

Rather be your victim, than be with you



I've done reached the third day of a seven-day binge

I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips



I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you

Rather be your victim, than be with you