Empty frames on the floor 
There’s nothing left to prove who I was before 
I’ll burn the pictures before I leave 
And wipe my prints off from the scene 
The embers will help me to grieve 

I need a drink to take 
To take me through the day 
Sometimes I lie awake 
And think of my mistakes 
Was there ever a time when 
We weren’t dying 
And I wasn’t lying? 
I know I [bad word] up 
The last two years of your life. 

Empty boxes by the door 
I’m throwing out all the clothes that I once wore 
They just don’t seem to fit my shape right now 
My appetite for holding on has been washed down. 
I’m on a liquid diet of 
Cheap beer and wasted love 
Tomorrow I will pay the price 

I need a drink to take 
To take me through the day 
Sometimes I lie awake 
And think of my mistakes 
Was there ever a time when 
We weren’t dying 
And I wasn’t lying? 
I know I [bad word] up 
This is my last goodbye 
I’ve hurt you enough 

I know the morning’s going to hurt 
But [bad word] it cause I know this works 
“So just take out another glass and pour.” 
Send the shivers down my spine 
Calm the shakes with rotten wine 
If I don’t get out of this house I’ll die 
Or waste more of my life. 

I need a drink to take 
To take me through the day 
Sometimes I lie awake 
And think of my mistakes 
Was there ever a time when 
We weren’t dying 
And I wasn’t lying? 
I know I [bad word] up 
This is my last goodbye 
I’ve hurt you enough