First And Ten

she said its not my fault that it all fell down so close your windows lock your doors i cant help feeling im forgetting something you used to paint me pictures now you only paint my wall im worried that ive started something built on lies and alcohol i want to sit down on the floor become a worn out metaphor but still theres something probably nothing that brings the faces to my door i used to count the times that ive woken up past ten i tell myself whats done is done but i know ill drink next week again i suggest we let things rest till i come down or until you drown cuz youre all ive got left in this town and i need time and you need wine so grab a jacket grab your phone ive heard its pretty cold outside