We´ve only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We´ve only reached the third day of a seven-day binge

I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I can´t decide if you´re wearing me out or wearing me well
I just feel like I´m condemned to wear someone else´s hell
We´ve only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I´ve got bullets, in the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets, in the Boothe
Rather be your victim, than be with you

We´ve only reached the third day of a seven-day binge

I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I´d rather be your victim, than to be with you
Rather be your victim, than be with you