| In the alley your eyes like valleys
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| Like gallows that hang from the night
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| I wrote you letters, have never felt better
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| I bury myself in the void
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| Because
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| Yeah I’ve been drinking and you know
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| That I’ve been thinking of you so
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| I know I’m a wreck all the time
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| But maybe I could be your boy
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| And do all of the things that you want to do
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| You could be my Winona
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| And I could get your name in a heart tattoo, on my arm
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| These late nights are doing me harm
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| As you’re leaving, I’m barely breathing
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| Keeping it all to myself
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| The club is empty, my head’s full of concrete
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| And I’d rather be someplace else
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| Because
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| Yeah I’ve been drinking and you know
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| That I’ve been thinking of you so
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| I know I’m a wreck all the time
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| But maybe I could be your boy
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| And do all of the things that you want to do
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| You could be my Winona
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| And I could get your name in a heart tattoo, on my arm
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| These late nights are doing me harm
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| And it’s breaking me to see you so happy
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| I just want the worst for you
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| So selfish and typical of me
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| To sail and sink with you
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| And it’s breaking me to see you so happy
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| I just want the worst for you
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| So selfish and typical of me
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| To sail and sink with you
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| And it’s breaking me to see you so happy
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| I just want the worst for you
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| So selfish and typical of me
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| To sail and sink with you
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| To sail and sink with you
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| But maybe I could be your boy
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| And do all of the things that you want to do
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| You could be my Winona
|
| And I could get your name in a heart tattoo
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| But maybe I could be your boy
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| And do all of the things that you want to do
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| You could be my Winona
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| And I could get your name in a heart tattoo, on my arm
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| These late nights are doing me harm |