I've reached the third day of a seven day binge
And I can always see your name disintegrated from my lips

I can't decide if you wear me out or wear me well
I just still feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can always see your name and disintegrated from my lips

I got bullets
In the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets
In the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you

I've reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can always see your name disintegrated from my lips
Rather be your victim, than be with you