The alcohol’s numbed my lips
But honestly I promise
If I could speak
My mouth is tumbling with words
So I’ll tip back
And keep looking for answers
Written in the froth of another draught
Cause we both know
We’re not that strong
Ernest as your tears attempt to talk
I’m preoccupied
Ordering another
Shot of heartache please?
No, make it two
We’ll drink to existence
Secretly hoping it ends
But would you mind taking
That bullet out of my glass
I’ve bitten it one too many times
Shame I couldn’t say it sober
But cheers to another stupor
The longer it lasts
The less time we’ll regret