---

I start to see the fire in your absent glossy eyes
And the trouble starts when you cross a line
Which one of you am I gonna see tonight?
The one that says they love me?
Or the one that wants to fight?

Distilled and chilled, maybe someday you'll be set straight
But tonight you're filled with whiskey and hate

This never-ending pattern, should be somethin' you out grew
Sayin' things that you don't mean
But sometimes I think you do

And tomorrow you'll say you're sorry
But will your pride make you choke?
Maybe you say you'll change
Or maybe you won't

Distilled and chilled, maybe someday you'll be set straight
But tonight you're filled with whiskey and hate

Distilled and chilled, maybe someday you'll be set straight
But tonight you're filled with whiskey and hate

And tomorrow you'll say you're sorry
But will your pride make you choke?
Maybe you say you'll change
Or maybe you won't

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.