Intoxicated lover!

You call me at quarter past two

That’s when you remember, my drunken lover…

You call me only after you’ve had a few

It’s a routine and not something new

It’s not something new…

Six straight shots of single malt whiskey

Nothing else matters to you, boi it’s nasty

You're stuck inside your dogma

And your Karma's getting messy

Damn it’s so messy…

Drunk emotions, loverly words spoken
Too many promises the daylight has broken

You don’t remember if it’s a hickie or a bruise…

Tears run silent, run deep, as you give me excuse

As you give me an excuse…

You look into my eyes and I look away

Coz I know, silence, it sometimes pays

How many more lies will they tell me

I see just holes where your eyes used to be

Where your eyes used to be…

It’s another Saturday night

I’m sleeping with the lights on baby

But it’s alright go online and two time me

It don’t matter if it’s pretty freaky

But that’s just what’s left of the life before me
My emotion grows, but I won't let it show

Even if I'm broke I still won't let you know

No, I won't cry for a love that’s out of reach
Yes, I won't cry I’ll practice what I preach

What I preach damn preach…

Coz there's a door I still struggle to open

I stand outside with a heart so broken
There's a name that still hurts to say

Yet I wait on the road to madness
Playing chords for the stranger next day…

Da da dum da dum da da…