All my records are broken
And they don't want to play in stereo
I left you a message in a locket
It doesn't want to ring
And I just thought I'd let you know

Hey now, how 'bout a feeling
I, I won't tell
So come on and look through my camera
I don't want to lose you tonight in a fireworks display
You're such a pretty magazine
And I drink until I still can't see that
Drinking won't be the death of me

Put on your Sunday boots and get wrecked
Well I thought it was love but my heart was drunk
I'm writing letters home to no one that you know
And I miss your family after every show

Hey now, how 'bout a feeling
I, I won't tell
So come on and look through my camera
I don't want to lose you tonight in a fireworks display
You're such a pretty magazine
And I drink until I still can't see that
Drinking won't be the death of me