by Matt Krug
I close my eyes, take one more breath before I die
I keep thinking the answer is one more time
Tried one tried all, but the higher I go the farther I fall
Fallen so far but can�t seem to fall in line
I guess I�m just left to the wolves
Fall face down flat on the floor, I know I can�t take much more
No one�s taking bets on me
Wake up still drunk, clothes on, car�s gone, two days late for work and counting
I�m spinning down and can�t slow down
Eyes open, still hoping, to see something but what�s around me
The crack in the ceiling ain�t no clich�
I�ve searched in vain to find anything left in me still sane
To figure out what makes me run away
I guess I�m just left to the wolves
Fall face down flat on the floor, I know I can�t take much more
No one�s taking bets on me
Wake up still drunk, clothes on, car�s gone, three days late for work and counting
I�m spinning down and can�t slow down
What am I scared of, what keeps pushing me away
What don�t I want to feel, I just want a home to stay
Run to me
Fall face down flat on the floor, I know I can�t take much more
No one�s taking bets on me
Wake up still drunk, clothes on, car�s gone, four days late for work and counting
I�m spinning down and can�t slow down
