Going Clear - Deaf Havana

I don’t know what’s happening to me

I wake up soaking in my sheets

I do lines on the weekend

I do lines with my «real friends»

Don’t you say a prayer for me

Sometimes I pray I die in my sleep

I do lines on the weekend

Lose time with my «real friends»

I gave up before I tried

Maybe I could tell it was over

Maybe I could tell it was over

I fall back behind my lies

Maybe I don’t wanna be sober

Maybe I don’t wanna be sober, yeah

So you just get lost

In the pages of the books you love

And inexpensive wine

Is keeping you numb for the mean time

And I always try to stumble home before you go to sleep

But the devil is calling me

I do lines on the weekend

I do lines with my «real friends»

I gave up before I tried

Maybe I could tell it was over

Maybe I could tell it was over

I fall back behind my lies

Maybe I don’t wanna be sober

Maybe I don’t wanna be sober, yeah

I could tell it was over

Was over

I could tell it was over

I could tell it was over

I don’t know what’s happening to me

I wake up soaking in my sheets

I do lines on the weekend

I gave up before I tried

Maybe I could tell it was over

Maybe I could tell it was over

I fall back behind my lies

Maybe I don’t wanna be sober

Maybe I don’t wanna be sober, yeah