Fire In The Attic Senses Riding Shotgun
Dig your nails deep into my skin,
Take a breath and soak me in
We fell in the whiskey well but not in love
Replaced free will with appetite
We fell in the whiskey well but not in love
Well known demons by my side
Disillusion was faster
Than the cab that took us home
While you're spitting poison
I give in to what feels right
Tonight we'll sink into your blankets
Tomorrow we'll drown in my regrets
We fell in the whiskey well but not in love
Numb my doubts with alcohol
We fell in the whiskey well but not in love
The demons are out of control
