i wake up drunk and i'm glad you're coming home
i touch your lungs and my fingers turn to stone
and in your eyes you said i'm better off dead
but in your arms, i think i knew what you meant

you had to think
you turned your head, and you thought it over
you watched me sink
you turned my head with your hands to get it over
and i was sick
i didn't drink but i had a hangover
you caught a glimpse
of what it's like if we never went home

it's either me and mine or just yours, and that's fine