Lyrics

Drowning in the bed you made
You couldn’t make it thirty days
You were running away to make your sad escape
You left some scars on the way
Now we’re left with a few fresh graves
You were ready to die so you picked your time

The bottle don’t care if you are young or old
If you are just getting started or you’ve had enough
It fills the hole in your chest
An overconfident broken mess

Now from April to December we do our best to remember
Like a festival of funerals until Christmas time
I hate that we have splintered into pieces of a picture
A family once, marred by Father Time

And the kids will all be ok
You were right
Time changes everything
And we used to be a good cliche’
Memories stay fading away
Time moves faster

I know you don’t want to say it out loud and I already know
Your face says it all
Just tell me now