Alcohol - Borgeous

My glass is half empty

Like the promise you made

Like the words that you said

That are filling my head

My glass is half empty

Like the tears that I shed

Like the hope that I bled

The paranoia you fed

And I guess this is what happens

And I’ll be fine

Just need a few more glasses

And a bit of time

I don’t even like the look of this at all

But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth

Wondering where it all went south

Sitting on my own

At this bar on my way home

Trying not to feel so cold

With a little bit of alcohol

Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth

Wonder where it all went south

Making my way home

I’ll be sleeping on my own

Maybe it won’t feel so cold

Maybe it won’t feel so cold

Making my way home

I’ll be sleeping on my own

Maybe it won’t feel so cold

If love is so simple

So easy to feel

Why is it so hard

To spot the fake from the real

I wore my heart on my sleeve

But my head in the sand

All the warning signs

And I just feel so mad

And I guess this is what happens

And I’ll be fine

Just need a few more glasses

And a bit of time

I don’t even like the look of this at all

But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth

Wondering where it all went south

Sitting on my own

At this bar on my way home

Trying not to feel so cold

With a little bit of alcohol

Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth

Wonder where it all went south

Making my way home

I’ll be sleeping on my own

Maybe it won’t feel so cold

Maybe it won’t feel so cold

Making my way home

I’ll be sleeping on my own

Maybe it won’t feel so cold

I don’t even like the look of this at all

But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth

Wondering where it all went south

Sitting on my own

At this bar on my way home

Trying not to feel so cold