(It's too late) and writing songs
is not enough to shake myself from this rut
if you ask i couldn't find the words to describe how this hurts
now i could drive one thousand times,
around this little town to waste this night
with my answers epiphanies away
with my problems staring in my face
now should i stumble to your house
just to scream my lungs out
all slurred and blurry
don't you worry all of this is over soon
and i think i need just one more drink
of alcohol to make this right
why think when you can drink all of your problems away
and i drink to kill brain cells that can make me feel
anything about you, so i can live without you

so now we're broken with
these words that cut like shards
scattered and broken
and they dig deep and they burn
and now it is your turn
to feel this pain that digs and plans to stay
just like those promises you made
in time they'll surely fade