كلمات SPS

You're drinking before noon You’re filling up the sink With all of your empty cans It's why you're not on the lease Been trying to tell you But you’re always asleep That there's a difference between Saying you're trying and doing anything Catch the last of the summer Parts of the nights that we didn't spend wasted Grinding your teeth in your sleep 'til your jaw hurts Biding our time 'til we say you're not worth this It's playing like a wreck You watch the fall Then leave the aftermath to crawl A broken lock A stumble home at 3 o’clock Stay hammered so we still seem enamored Drive yourself home Feels more like a home when you’re lost Catch the last of the summer Parts of the nights that we didn't spend wasted Grinding your teeth in your sleep ’til your jaw hurts Biding our time 'til we say you're not worth this Catch the last of the summer Parts of the nights that we didn't spend wasted Grinding your teeth in your sleep ’til your jaw hurts Biding our time 'til we say you're not worth this