i find comfort in black labels and the running red.
how will i ever get better with all this mess stuck in my head
jack and jim knock on my door, then their sharp sister wants to play
i may as well be tied down, cause I’ll never walk away.
can’t cover my indecency, I so often fail
the wires all tied up andthis poison’s getting stale
you know, all this comfort, its all just fake
makin the same mistake, fuck this heart ache
no honest salvation from the pain
cause its the only feeling that stays the same
So I keep pourin the whiskey in my mouth as these old tears burn my eyes
the blood's drippin from my veins but at least i know I’m alive