| Early morning, hear you creepin' | 
| Losing my head, baby, where have you been? | 
| Far away, so far away | 
| Yeah, I’m thinkin' you been drinkin' | 
| I let it sink in, baby, when I say you’re not the same | 
| No, not the same | 
| I swear to God I won’t see you again | 
| Everytime that we fight | 
| The smell of the liquor don’t scare me away | 
| But one of these days it just might | 
| I’m fine 'til I crash down from the high | 
| And I wake up by your side | 
| Can’t make up my mind | 
| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead | 
| And that’s why, when you pulled this shit before | 
| That I’d walk right out the door | 
| But I’m back for more | 
| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead | 
| Can’t check your phone when you’re out with your friends | 
| Not comin' home yet, so I’m gettin' stoned, yeah | 
| Every night, oh, every night | 
| And it’s a problem how far I’ve fallen | 
| I hit the bottom 'cause I keep on callin' | 
| All the time, oh, all the time | 
| I swear to God I won’t see you again | 
| Everytime that we fight | 
| The smell of the liquor don’t scare me away | 
| But one of these days it just might | 
| I’m fine 'til I crash down from the high | 
| And I wake up by your side | 
| Can’t make up my mind | 
| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead | 
| And that’s why, when you pulled this shit before | 
| That I’d walk right out the door | 
| But I’m back for more | 
| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead | 
| Got it bad, sick in the head | 
| It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya | 
| Got it bad, sick in the head | 
| It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya | 
| Got it bad, sick in the head | 
| It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya | 
| Got it bad, sick in the head | 
| It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right | 
| I’m fine 'til I crash down from the high | 
| And I wake up by your side | 
| Can’t make up my mind | 
| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead | 
| And that’s why, when you pulled this shit before | 
| That I’d walk right out the door | 
| But I’m back for more | 
| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead |