Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding. And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming. [x2]
Well, you’ve made out on this last crime… Like a thief in the night selling crack part time. But I know your beliefs well surpass mine, and I know I’m a whore on the block with a dime weighing light, just a knife in my pocket, and a heart like a stone, spending all my nights Trying my best to distinguish your reasons. Trying my best to distinguish wrong from right.
Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding. And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming. [x2]
And I’ll say… Well, I’ll say… Yes, I’ll say it again.
You’re a crutch for my life, it’s alright. Treating all my desperate thinking. I’m offering my life, I’m alright. I’ll bleed myself with lack of meaning.
Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding. And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming. [x2]
Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone. And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own. [x2]