Been drunk so long
Like almost out of spite
We've been roughhousing tonight
And I fell under the knife

Yeah, I feel like talking again
But the room is circling
Like some kind of ride
I stayed out till morning again
And I get to wondering
As to why

Yeah, with your dirt blonde hair, you can't fight fair
What do I do?
You and your dead blank stare
I still play with the fool with way too much to lose

Yeah, sometimes we take pictures
That just don't turn out right
But I can still see the shape of you
Up against that campfire light

Woah oh, I want to go back to that night
I want to go there with you
And I can't tell if nothing's changed, if it's the same
I hear your name, I look for you
I hear your name, and I stand up

I don't care if I fall again
Yeah, 'cause I got so much life to live
I don't care how many times I trip up
Bruises, cuts, or busted lips
It's loser's cup, give me a sip

Been drunk so long
Like almost out of spite
Been drunk so long
Like almost out of spite