Losing's sort of a past time The years fly right by with the drinks It’s morning in this small apartment And I just threw up in the sink. The coke is not settling anything And I’m as tired as I’ve ever been I’d like to go back to Chicago But I’m not looking back there again
I fought with all of my teachers I fought with all of my friends I fought with the vices and sweating and shakes I’m not going back there again. No, I’m not going back there again.
Tonight, tonight I’m walkin’ away. Tonight, tonight I’m walkin’ away. I don’t want to hear about old days - What are we doing today? Fake memories, they don't impress me. The old times were never that great.
We got the whole city Before us Tonight, tonight we're walkin’ away And I wanna bury The past Tonight, tonight we're walking away With bottles and dancing With whiskey and love Let’s drink to the death of regret of regret of regret of regret