The 5-Year Binge

I heard how you cough in the morning
I've been through the trash in your car
I know how you wait in the closet all day
Just to get yourself back to the bar

Looking for hints from the waitress
Tapping your toes pretty hard
Now you're alone, honey, turn off your phone
In case anyone asks where you are, Oh

I wanna take you somewhere
And make you love me again
We'll get a room where its hot and its humid
We'll sweat and we'll sink or we'll swim

Maybe we'll manage to undo the damage
You make over every inch
Maybe I'll lie in your bed and just cry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you win, Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Cole Wuamett
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