(Pre-Hook)

Vowed my next time would be my last
(It better be)
But I lied again
Lord knows that I tried again
Found myself in the bottom of a glass
Even talking seems like a task
She drink with a straw and I’m on my last -
Nerve

(Hook)

I’m all out of patience
Hiding behind my smoke and mirrors
I’m hypnotised by all the metrics
Feel like the one I need is nearer to me now
Searching for the exit
Don’t know if I can move my left wrist
Don’t know if I know where my breath is
All I do hurts people dearest to me now

(Post-Hook)

I’m exactly where I need to be
Beggars can’t be choosy