We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I can't decide if you're wearing me out
Or wearing me well
I just feel like I'm condemned
To wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I've got bullets in the booth
Rather be your victim than be with you
I got bullets in the Boothe
Rather be your victim than be with you

We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I'd rather be your victim than to be with you
Rather be your victim than be with you