Take me to your liter
nothing's going on
why the third degree now
aren't we just having fun?
Take me to your liter
I'm running out of time
the pain is getting deeper
with every tick and chime
Take me to your liter
I'm far too aware
if I turn the lights off
I know who's waiting there
Take me to your liter
I won't hear a speech
you call it an addiction
I call it peaceful sleep
Because my past, my future, my present
is left in the bottom of this glass
I've been bruised and broken and beaten
memory is the only thing I have left
So take me to your liter
I can see it now
what my liquid amnesia
could take with one gulp down
