Message Send Failure Songtext
von Coping Skills

City wides till I′m teary eyed
Beneath florescent lights on 9th street
Don't know where you are
You don′t think of me
Don't know where you've been for weeks

Whiskey flows down my throat like holy water
Hell bent on your resurrection


Your name in bold
Above those three words
That keep us apart

You′re one of the worst things I ever let happen to me
You′re one of the worst things I ever let happen to me

All my best friends wish themselves dead
This week I don't blame them
This week I′m right there with them

You're one of the worst things I ever let happen to me