You

i'm drunk again for three weeks straight
and this cigarette tastes like shit
i'm not addicted to anything
but you
but you

and it's always touch and go
like a sinner on deaths bed
with you
with you

but i'll wait here on his bed
cause it's sweeter than anything
but you
but you

and i'll wait, wait for the morning sun
to break, break on fevered bones
and i will sing, sing of the morning sun
breaking over me
me
me
and you
and you
and you

and if you can't hear my words
just know that they're all for
you
for you