It doesn't get any better than this - living like a dickhead, being an embarrassment. Tequila, vodka, pils and red wine - oh, it's so on tonight. Just me and eleven guys in a room. I thought I'd love the pain, but drive those nails in and oh god I wish I was sober again. With teeth in my skin I'd say anything, I just want to be happy again. It doesn't get any better than this - and you sound so convincing. You could talk me into anything you want. I'll leave sick all over your car and a black mark on your heart forever. And in a flash of brilliant light I am running back to you. More and more so each day I'm entirely in debt to you.