Paper Arms
drinking on your own
Holding out
Counting down
The beat of the hands on
Clocks are staring me out
And asking me why Iâm
Still here when you
Are drinking on your own
Where does the time go?
Holding out
Counting down
The beat of the hands on
Clocks are staring me out
And asking me why Iâm
Still here when you
Are drinking on your own
Where does the time go?