My glass is half empty Like the promise you made Like the words that you said That are filling my head My glass is half empty Like the tears that I shed Like the hope that I bled The paranoia you fed
And I guess this is what happens And I'll be fine Just need a few more glasses And a bit of time
I don't even like the look of this at all But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth Wondering where it all went south Sitting on my own At this bar on my way home Trying not to feel so cold
With a little bit of alcohol Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth Wonder where it all went south Making my way home I'll be sleeping on my own Maybe it won't feel so cold
Maybe it won't feel so cold
Making my way home I'll be sleeping on my own Maybe it won't feel so cold
If love is so simple So easy to feel Why is it so hard To spot the fake from the real I wore my heart on my sleeve But my head in the sand All the warning signs And I just feel so mad
And I guess this is what happens And I'll be fine Just need a few more glasses And a bit of time
I don't even like the look of this at all But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth Wondering where it all went south Sitting on my own At this bar on my way home Trying not to feel so cold
With a little bit of alcohol Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth Wonder where it all went south Making my way home I'll be sleeping on my own Maybe it won't feel so cold
Maybe it won't feel so cold
Making my way home I'll be sleeping on my own Maybe it won't feel so cold
I don't even like the look of this at all But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth Wondering where it all went south Sitting on my own At this bar on my way home Trying not to feel so coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
