I run around pretending I sold my soul to the devil for you Black eyes, love bites, I don't know the difference anymore I'm dripping on my tongue, your hands around my neck Head hits the ground, well it needed a rest Your fiery brown eyes, that liquid on our breath But that was just a dream, keeping my head in check So I keep a glass in hand, filled with old number seven bland And I work my way backwards through the words I'm tripping over Now I don't know where we stand, but I do know where I stumble over to And the room is going black and the memories fade away I feel I'm racing to the bottom just to feel it to the top Is it your silence that puts me on this non sound Losing my mind to you Just another glass, it's hitting harder and harder Just another glass