this place is making me sick now so i m pouring whiskey down i ll stumble off the edge of the world tonight i sit back and take this in now i m paying for your sins this break from tradition s just not right this is not my fault this is a bad dream somebody wake me i love you seattle but i m counting down the days til you break my heart again and wash my feelings down the drain and is this necessary to feel this pain again i ll grit my teeth and bare it as you barrel through my skin this place is making me sick now so i m pouring whiskey down let s celebrate the end of my world tonight i hear your friends laughing out loud the sparks flowing from their mouths this break from tradition s just not right this is not my fault this is a bad dream somebody wake me i love you seattle but i m counting down the days til you break my heart again and wash my feelings down the drain and is this necessary to feel this pain again i ll grit my teeth and bare it as you barrel through my skin