Another Round

An empty cup, the echoing sound Never filling up, let’s go another round Drink and drown, a sea on your shirt Til you’re beaten down, a hurt for the hurt Soothe your head, before you get sick All day in bed, she’s just another fix On overdrive, you’ll run out of heart The last man alive, a shot in the dark Songbird, fly as high as you can Backwards, before things got out of hand Survivors will call you a broken man If they tell your story first Now you stay inside, to block out the sun And try to hide, since it’s too late to run Ignored the call, regret won’t stop when you fall Songbird, fly as high as you can Backwards, before things got out of hand Survivors will call you a broken man If they tell your story first