Cigarettes are on the floor You think of the world, but the world doesn't think of you You see their faces, and you can't ignore them What goes around, no, it doesn't come back anymore The gamble's paid with your demise Streaming tears in your eyes Castaway in your own life There's no one else there for you I see you crying I feel darling You are what you want to be Swig a cup of whiskey You find yourself crashing down on the bedroom floor "I'm such a mess, life hates me" You tell yourself but you're not listening anymore Nostalgia is eating you Yeah, it feels good, but is it good? I'm nowhere near but I feel you Try to embrace me