Lyrics

The blame’s on me, I can’t deny,
Caught between the bottle and a lie.
I’m sinking deep most every night.
I whisper prayers, but they fall flat,
So I drown the pain to forget all that,
Battling shadows in this barroom light.
I’m not the villain, but darling, I’m no hero.
I only feel alive when I’m breaking,
A spark that’s fading in the storm.
Come morning, love, you’ll curse my name,
Wondering where I’ve wandered, torn.
It’s always empty when the clock strikes late,
Chasing thrills that leave me cold.
I only feel alive when I’m breaking,
Look at the mess your heart has made me hold.
I aim for redemption, a quiet seat,
But the haze lingers past the streetlights’ beat.
So I spark a flame and scroll my screen.
Fumbling through contacts, who can I trust?
Names scratched in haste, now gathering dust,
To slow this runaway soul’s machine.
I swear I’m decent, but I’m dancing with the fire.
I only feel alive when I’m breaking,
A spark that’s fading in the storm.
Come morning, love, you’ll curse my name,
Wondering where I’ve wandered, torn.
It’s always empty when the clock strikes late,
Chasing thrills that leave me cold.
I only feel alive when I’m breaking,
Look at the mess your heart has made me hold.
I can’t recall how last night blurred,
Ring me back, tell me what occurred.
Oh, oh-oh,
Every time I find something worth keeping,
I let it slip through my reckless hands.
It’s always empty when the clock strikes late,
Chasing thrills that leave me cold.
I only feel alive when I’m breaking,
Look at the mess your heart has made me hold.