My liver works overtime these days
While my kidneys get clogged with stones
I've got a never ending bottle that points to the sky every night
Here's a toast to you
And this endless blood supply that leaks out of my arms
Heres a toast to you
For every sale you've sold out me out for, once again

Shutter than book can be shut
And drunker than lips,
Lips can be drunk
And how is it now?
Just drunken spit that slides down her chin
No more intimacy
No more innocence
Just hello, goodbye.