So this is going to be my best year... or my last year alive. And baby, baby this is me saying goodbye, because either way you’re out of my life. I had this one coming, empty again tonight. I miss you but wish you the best, I miss you. I miss you but wish you the best, I miss you. My sorrows out for show, if I could keep your attention. I won’t stop drinking ‘til the rooms fucking spinning. I’m the monster worth running from, the fucking monster.....