Stop, don't sleep just yet, the smell of guilt is on your breath.
It's not your fault; we were so young, the taste of spit gets worse everyday.
Stale cigarettes and cheap wine...
Who can we blame for feeling so old - the pointless nights and wasted days?
Only ourselves, only ourselves.
It's not your fault; we were so young, the taste of spit gets worse everyday.
Stale cigarettes and cheap wine...
Who can we blame for feeling so old - the pointless nights and wasted days?
Only ourselves, only ourselves.