I'm hiding here again from the January snow
and the bottles on the wall tell me there's 93 to go.
And I wish you'd never been here
like I hope I'll always know you.
Could this bar look any better
than when I'm half blind from the cold?
Apologetic with the most pathetic
story ever told?
I'm an undeveloped roll
in the picture-perfect world you sold me.
Dreams of you die hardest,
but dreams of you still go the farthest.
Vodka to the left of me, tequila to the right
and time is like a bruise on my face tonight.
I could never live it down, but then again,
I might be tempted.
And I ain't never been so beat by the misery I made,
like a paradise tossed on some lost crusade.
Guess I'd better start saving
for the debts I'll never pay in time.
Dreams of you die hardest,
but dreams of you still go the farthest
Just one last crawl
before I can't move at all.
There's just one last crawl
before I can't move at all.
And second-hand drunks keep me coming back for more
and hope I'm not the first to be the last through the door.
Could I love you any less
than if I loved you any more than likely?
Not likely.
Just one last crawl
before I can't move at all.
There's just one last crawl
before I can't move at all.
(Before I can't move at all)
Just one last crawl
(Before I can't move at all)
before I can't move at all.
Just one last crawl...
(Keep it straight now)
(It could be any day now)
(Keep it straight now)
(It could be any day now)
(Keep it straight now)
(It could be any day now)
(Keep it straight now)
...before I can't move at all