sat with an old flame from my childhood home we make a toast to being lonely because its better than drinking alone and wash our hands of your cold company cause its what we really need i would be happier knowing this means something but youre writhing at home all alone so theres no fucking meaning at all i blacked out over and over theres a blood stain on my collar line it reminds that im hopeful and i notice it sometimes when im bleeding out i colour in your selfish doubt i black it out i blacked out over and over and over