I remember the night that we met
There were no stars glistening, no moon based silhouettes
I walked into the room and thought I saw you
Just mirages by the alcohol
And I think it’s time to confess I’m losing my head again
And I know the answer can be found at the bottom if I keep drinking it
You’re so beautiful ignorant, it’s the way of your curse
I’m so charmingly chaotic, keep them hanging on every word
Together we’re a train wreck both fucked up and miserable
This was supposed to be a love song but I don’t write those anymore
And I think it’s time to confess I’m losing my head again
And I know the answer can be found at the bottom if I keep drinking it
So I do
I once was lost, now I’m found
I always lose myself when you’re around
I once thought I had found my way out
I won’t let you bring me back down, me back down
And I think it’s time to confess I’m losing my head again
And I know the answer can be found at the bottom if I keep drinking it
So I do
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