Audrey Horne Confessions & Alcohol
I forget,
then regret,
my confessions written down.
I run my fingers,
across the dirt on your car to let you know...
You've burned all of the oxygen,
thought you'd know
this one would hurt (I've made myself)
So sick from the alcohol
and I know,
it's gonna hurt!
You're weightless,
I'm anemic.
I touched your feet
and kissed the ground.
You quite simply destroyed the evidence to let me know.
You've burned all of the oxygen,
thought you'd know
this one would hurt (I've made myself)
So sick from the alcohol
and I know,
it's gonna hurt!
I found myself down,
under a grey cloud (2x)
You've burned all of the oxygen,
thought you'd know
this one would hurt (I've made myself)
So sick from the alcohol
and I know,
it's gonna hurt!
You've burned all of the oxygen,
thought you'd know
this one would hurt (I've made myself)
So sick from the alcohol
and I know,
it's gonna hurt!
