I’m drinking like I can find the finish line. / Can you be outside my place at nine? / Yeah, we can drink till we find a consolation prize, / we can spit at the sky, we can be baptized. // Was I ever wrong about you? / Was I ever wrong about you? / Oh, was I ever wrong about you. // I’m drinking like I might find that hell ran dry, / so now there’s only fire or an endless night. / So I will drink till I find you standing outside / like a busted streetlight, like you were my type. // Well, was I ever wrong about you? / Was I ever wrong about you? / Oh, was I ever wrong about you. // Well, was I ever alone before you? / Well, was I ever alone before you? / Well, was I ever alone before you. // We’re drinking like we can find the finish line, / so when you sin at night, you’ll do it by my side, / and we will drink till we find a consolation prize / while you waste your time with the abyss and I.

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