Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alcohol, artist - Borgeous. Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Song language: English
Alcohol |
| My glass is half empty |
| Like the promise you made |
| Like the words that you said |
| That are filling my head |
| My glass is half empty |
| Like the tears that I shed |
| Like the hope that I bled |
| The paranoia you fed |
| And I guess this is what happens |
| And I’ll be fine |
| Just need a few more glasses |
| And a bit of time |
| I don’t even like the look of this at all |
| But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth |
| Wondering where it all went south |
| Sitting on my own |
| At this bar on my way home |
| Trying not to feel so cold |
| With a little bit of alcohol |
| Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth |
| Wonder where it all went south |
| Making my way home |
| I’ll be sleeping on my own |
| Maybe it won’t feel so cold |
| Maybe it won’t feel so cold |
| Making my way home |
| I’ll be sleeping on my own |
| Maybe it won’t feel so cold |
| If love is so simple |
| So easy to feel |
| Why is it so hard |
| To spot the fake from the real |
| I wore my heart on my sleeve |
| But my head in the sand |
| All the warning signs |
| And I just feel so mad |
| And I guess this is what happens |
| And I’ll be fine |
| Just need a few more glasses |
| And a bit of time |
| I don’t even like the look of this at all |
| But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth |
| Wondering where it all went south |
| Sitting on my own |
| At this bar on my way home |
| Trying not to feel so cold |
| With a little bit of alcohol |
| Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth |
| Wonder where it all went south |
| Making my way home |
| I’ll be sleeping on my own |
| Maybe it won’t feel so cold |
| Maybe it won’t feel so cold |
| Making my way home |
| I’ll be sleeping on my own |
| Maybe it won’t feel so cold |
| I don’t even like the look of this at all |
| But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth |
| Wondering where it all went south |
| Sitting on my own |
| At this bar on my way home |
| Trying not to feel so cold |