Sps (Acoustic)

You're drinking before noon
You're filling up the sink
With all of your empty cans
It's why you're not on the lease
Been trying to tell you
But you're always asleep
That there's a difference between
Saying you're trying and doing anything
Catch the last of the summer
Parts of the nights that we didn't spend wasted
Grinding your teeth in your sleep till your jaw hurts
Biding our time till we say you're not worth this
It's playing like a wreck
You watch the fall
Then leave the aftermath to crawl
A broken lock
A stumble home at 3 o'clock
Stay hammered so we still seem enamored
Drive yourself home
Feels more like a home when you're lost
Catch the last of the summer
Parts of the nights that we didn't spend wasted
Grinding your teeth in your sleep till your jaw hurts
Biding our time till we say you're not worth this
Catch the last of the summer
Parts of the nights that we didn't spend wasted
Grinding your teeth in your sleep till your jaw hurts
Biding our time till we say you're not worth this