i can’t even blame it on the booze
i can’t even blame it on the coke
i know you should be home with her
but you taste like sin & smoke
here comes where the beat drops
your gaze cuts to me & that’s when
this is the part where i give in
& relapse to bad habits again
there’s tequila roaring in my ears
all these flashing lights get me excited
i’m fucking burning
i’m fucking flying
& you know you never need to be invited
i’ll tell you any lie you want to hear
i’ll be any fantasy you want to play
i’m never learning
always half dying
& i know it’s wrong but i’ll do it anyway
i know that i’m awful
& i know this would break her heart
i push the self hate down with sabotage
& i’ll rip myself apart
here comes where you’ve got me against the wall
& now you’ve got your hands all over me
this is the part where you give in
we could never let a neat ending be
there’s pills rocketing my entire system
your party girl, your good time
im the curtain call
im the neon lights
go on & tell your friends you’re not leaving with them
you’re perfectly out of reach, you’re never mine
i can always do it all
im all yours tonight
& when you head out the door i’ll be just fine
i don’t want to know what you’ve been up to
i don’t want you to ask me how i’ve been
i don’t want white pickett fences
just a round of shots again
you could never hurt me
someone else already made sure my heart broke
so go on & blame it on the booze, love
we were never more than a sex joke.
—wolfcalls