You think I'm such a tired old savoir You think I'm such a delicate boy Well I'm drinking my way to a coma I'm drinking up the moon and the stars So fast that you better come quickly So quick 'cause I'm going in style I think that I could hold this against you How's that for a delicate child Weigh me down so I'll sink fast I'm aching to bruise I'm aching to crash
I'm at a low I feel like I'm pissing on postcards I feel like I'm bathing in whine You only let me down when it's too hard So come bathe in my whine for awhile All that progress is something I stop On the border of a single shot All around us is a broken world I think I might have had enough So come wipe my world away