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Four AM, the ceiling starts to spin
Glass is empty, where do I begin
I swore last night was the last
Now I'm watching the sunrise pass
My head is pounding on repeat
I'm too wired to find my seat
I convinced myself it's under control
But every shot takes another toll
Morning slips through the curtain crack
Whiskey bottle lying on its back
I say no, the pull grows strong
I've been dancing with what's wrong
Morning slips through the curtain crack
Whiskey bottle lying on its back
Every morning I'm a better liar
Buying time with cheap desire
My head is pounding on repeat
I'm too wired to find my seat
I convinced myself it's under control
But every shot takes another toll
Morning slips through the curtain crack
Whiskey bottle lying on its back
I say no, the pull grows strong
I've been dancing with what's wrong
Morning slips through the curtain crack
Whiskey bottle lying on its back
Every morning I'm a better liar
Buying time with cheap desire