Alcohol

My glass is half empty
 Like the promise you made
 Like the words that you said
 That are filling my head
 My glass is half empty
 Like the tears that I shed
 Like the hope that I bled
 The paranoia you fed
 And I guess this is what happens
 And I'll be fine
 Just need a few more glasses
 And a bit of time
 I don't even like the look of this at all
 But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
 Wondering where it all went south
 Sitting on my own
 At this bar on my way home
 Trying not to feel so cold
 With a little bit of alcohol
 Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
 Wonder where it all went south
 Making my way home
 I'll be sleeping on my own
 Maybe it won't feel so cold
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 Maybe it won't feel so cold
 
 Making my way home
 I'll be sleeping on my own
 Maybe it won't feel so cold
 If love is so simple
 So easy to feel
 Why is it so hard
 To spot the fake from the real
 I wore my heart on my sleeve
 But my head in the sand
 All the warning signs
 And I just feel so mad
 And I guess this is what happens
 And I'll be fine
 Just need a few more glasses
 And a bit of time
 I don't even like the look of this at all
 But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
 Wondering where it all went south
 Sitting on my own
 At this bar on my way home
 Trying not to feel so cold
 With a little bit of alcohol
 Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
 Wonder where it all went south
 Making my way home
 I'll be sleeping on my own
 Maybe it won't feel so cold
 ♪
 Maybe it won't feel so cold
 Making my way home
 I'll be sleeping on my own
 Maybe it won't feel so cold
 I don't even like the look of this at all
 But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
 Wondering where it all went south
 Sitting on my own
 At this bar on my way home
 Trying not to feel so cold