Feels like I'm losing touch,
my head is spinning,
seeing your face, back it up till you feel
the weight of the wall.
Losing light, blocking every sound,
turning that smile upside down,
spilling secrets you already know.
Maybe it's the alcohol.
Maybe it's the alcohol.
Remnants of last night stuck and caught in my hair,
you don't care.
In a loop, everything is all at once.
Losing shape,
it's a tightly wound,
and everything's turned upside down.
Confessions in a bathroom stall.
Maybe it's the alcohol.
Maybe it's the alcohol.
Open up your window,
let me in.
Maybe it's the alcohol.
Maybe it's the alcohol.
Maybe it's the alcohol.
