every thought that I repent / there's another chip you haven't 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. / i can't get clean again. I wannna know, can we get clean again / the god of wine comes crashing through the headlights of a car that / took you farther than you thought you'd ever want to go. / we can't get back again. / you can't get back again. / she takes a drink and then she waits. / the alcohol it permeates. / and soon the cells give way, and cancels out the day. / I can't keep it all together. / (It's the wound, stuck underneath the moon.)

I know . / I can't keep it all together. / (It's the wound, stuck underneath the moon.) / and the siren's song that is your madness, / holds a truth I can't erase, / all alone on your face. / every glamorous sunrise, throws the planets out of line. / a star sign out of whack, a fraudulent zodiac. / and the god of wine is crouched down in my room. / you let me down, I said it.
now I'm going down, and you're not even around. / and I said a no.

and there's a memory of a window, looking through I see you. / searching for something I could never give you. / there's someone who understands you more than I do. / a sadness I can't erase, all alone on your face.