I sit on the window seat And watch the day as it fades away I'm running into cold wasted year Held my eyes closed (for too long) I swear from my head to my feet I'm running into cold wasted year Should I start by By getting drunk again If you leave me behind I might end up Sleeping on a bench Talking to an old new friend Drying out my eyes And for a moment I feel alive 'Cause I'm running into cold wasted year Should I start by By getting drunk again If you leave me behind I might end up Sleeping on a bench Talking to an old new friend