How long til you're checked out? Six or so deep in an hour fifteen It's getting late, can we go now? Brown papers bags and a night that I know you'll forget Watch it all fade Wait till' the morning Fractured bones Set fire to the throne The life that I want I had it last night It's over now I'm sober now You don't speak like you used to 12:51 and you're already gone I reflect you Calling in sick from the demons inherited, again Comfort in retreat It's over, feels cheap A season of hiding Lost the footing, fell beneath Take your lies About how you're fine And I'll compare them to mine Got to find a way out