Down, down down it didn't exist, I confused hunger with lovesick.
Got pulled up by a pint on a hazy night but got dragged back down in hindsight.
Suck it up they said to me there's plenty more fish in this bottle,
so I drowned my lungs with cigarettes and got fucked on the fact I'm lonely.
Down down down it this vodka this dream cos there's so much left here to drink, I
hope this scar don't pull apart because blood don't look so good on me
Ripped jeans.
I drank hard like a demon, but I'm used to it,
with all the faux pas of a free man, who didn't know to quit.
I drank hard like a demon, who would've thought,
that what I built to be giant, would be left so small.
Oh my God I drink to forget, I love leaving cigarette stains on my twin sized bed,
still I'm singing.
Oh my God I drink to forget, I love leaving cigarette stains on my twin sized bed,
still I'm singing.
Ripped Jeans...