There’s an empty bottle of wine sitting by the bed Images of you and him in my head I threw the bottle across the room Broke your picture on the wall Trying to convince myself I ain’t missin you at all
The things that you think will keep you sane Are the things that’ll surely tear you down An empty shot glass, a pocket full of pills Until the love of a strange girl just don’t seem real an’ When the man in the mirror becomes a blur All you’re left with are hangovers and memories of her
You got holes in your story That your smile can’t erase And I can tell that you’re lying By that love upon your face And myself be easy, and my pride is one to cause And you’ll wake up alone tomorrow know your heart’s the one that lost
The things that you’ll think will keep you sane Are the things that’ll surely tear you down An empty shot glass, a pocket full of pills Until the love of a strange girl just don’t seem real When the man in the mirror becomes a blur All you’re left with are hangovers and memories of her
Now all I’m left with are hangovers and memories of herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
