god of wine.

every thought that i repent
there's another chip you went out and spent
and you're cashing them all in
where do we begin to get clean again?
can we get clean again?

i walk home alone with you
in the mood you're born into
sometimes you let me in
and i take it on the chin
and i can't get clean again.
i want to know -
can we get clean again?

the god of wine comes crashing
through the headlights of a car
that took you further than
you ever thought you'd go.
we can't get back again.
we can't get back again.

she takes a drink and then she waits
the alcohol, it permeates
and soon the sounds give way
and cancels out the day..."

third eye blind.