Lying in bed
Staring up
At the swirling ceiling fan
Wondering
If it's the room
Or you that's really spinning
Keep this in mind
You're the only one
Who keeps a record of your faults
Lying on the floor
Staring up
At the swirling ceiling fan
Wondering
If alcohol
Can really solve all of your problems
Keep this in mind
You're the only one
Who keeps a record of your faults
Keep this in mind
You're the only one
Who keeps a record of your faults
No sense in dwelling on all of our past mistakes
Regret is just like quicksand, once you start to sink you can't be saved
I'm lying on the ground
I don't know if I'll get back up
I'm sinking further down
I don't know if I give a f*ck