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The Mixology of Ryan Adamson First drag of my cigarette This morning's come too soon I see red and open my eyes Clock's still blinking noon Hands shaking, head's aching Liver's feeling used And I don't mind (oh no) Addiction is my fuel Warm me with whiskey Then seduce me with wine I swear I don't care Cuz I'll chase it down with turpentine You'll crash into nothing And I'll follow you down Here comes the end my friend Now watch me drown Last night I fell asleep At five o'clock am I don't don't don't pretend That we can still be friends And in my mind's eye We'll meet up in the end Cuz I'll be there (oh yeah) For you to condescend Last drag of my cigarette And everything is real Sobriety has come And I still can't feel Heart's dropping, flat lining Body starts to kneel For your love (oh no) Something so surreal |
Drymouth I'm cleaning up Cleaning out These skeletons Cluttering my closet floor I'm through With hating you Killing myself With every second of withdraw from your attention Euphoria has claimed this blackened soul In those brown eyes I'll oversleep and overdose Prescribe me ten more milligrams And pray to God I'll take A bitter teaspoon of your love Cuz it's just another fucking drug I'm shutting up Shutting down This damaged mind Drown it with a glass of wine I can't Keep control Losing track Of my addiction that affects every decision Euphoria has claimed this blackened soul In those brown eyes I'll oversleep and overdose Prescribe me ten more milligrams And pray to God I'll take Another teaspoon of your love Darling, you're just another fucking drug |
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Monday Morning Monday morning Woke up in my own piss again Only to find you here Passed out naked in my bed There goes the weekend My memory's in shambles And in my daily scrambles I can always find you here Your welcome mat's Not coming back Let's hit the streets Let's say goodbye Salud I'm through with you Whoa-oh-oh! Monday morning And I've been drunk since Friday night I never cared for you I just fucked you out of spite Say I'm a loser I guess it's so, since I lost you Though you're not hard to find But I don't care to look Monday morning By Tuesday night I'll think of you Say "I made a mistake" And then I'll dump you twice You'll cry for hours And I'll be cracking up, it's true Another weekend life now gone I'm killing time by killing you |
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