Greet Death - New Low

Your Love is Alcohol

Sip one, feelin' fine
This one is gettin' me real warm and fuzzy
Yeah (in a nice way), it tastes like shit
But it makes you feel good
I'm learning to love it
(Alright) okay, one, two, three, four

I've been having this dream
I wake up and I'm screaming
And I'm seeing things
In the doorway is a demon

Got this weight on my chest
I don't think that it's leaving
Don't know why I'm upset
Can't remember my feelings

Lately everything feels like a comedown
I fell in this pit, and I can't get out
I hate the things I used to love
I'm fucked, and now I'm done (sorry)

I stare at the wall, and I think of you
Because after all, what can I do?
Your love is alcohol, creating space
Between myself and all the pain I can't erase

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Writer(s): Logan Gaval, Sam Boyhtari
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