I’m spinning on the death of my father
He loved me but never understood
I was in the same spot reversed with him
I loved him but never understood
We came close but never touched
Not sure how to feel about drinking
Not hammered just running out the clock
Not sure how to feel about drinking
A little more but not too much
If we had moved from orbit to collision
I’d be off this train and down for the night
If we had moved from orbit to collision
I’d be off this train and down for the night
I’m going to give myself a pass tonight
Don’t give a damn for doing what is right
That's for tomorrow, not tonight
That's for tomorrow, not tonight
Winding down
Batted around
Trying not to sleep downstairs
I want to wake up
Next to my love
Whatever the shape I’m in
Maybe just a little more
Just top it off
Maybe the glass will be gone
Before the next stop
But then again
Maybe not