Cause a bottle of vodka still lies in my head And so blown, every nightmare think that you're still in my bed.

As I dream about movies that

Won't make of me when I'm dead.

With a mind glad fist, I wake up and fridge this morning While some watching band keeps a zombie in my head, while we're talking About all the things that I longed to believe about love, the truth, But you need me in the truth.

Baby, you're out here.