Sweet Oblivion
I know it ain't my business
But do you mind if I ask
What has he got that I lack?
What is he not that I am?
Sitting bearing witness
Sipping the antidote in my hand
To false affection
He just wants into your pants
You must be fucking delirious
To take the shit he says seriously
I know you two will soon be history
But for the moment
The bottom of the bottle isn't such an ugly sight
'Cause the way you look at him makes me lose my appetite
I wanna bathe in a tub of whiskey
Drown to death in a pool of gin
Give me sweet, sweet oblivion
Yeah
Do you think you've made an upgrade?
He plays you more than an arcade
And my feelings didn't fade
They've lingered 'round like red wine stains
Do you remember when
Two eighteen-wheeler trucks
Wouldn't be nearly strong enough
To tear apart our love
You must be fucking delirious
To take the shit he says seriously
I know you two will soon be history
But for the moment
The bottom of the bottle isn't such an ugly sight
'Cause the way you look at him makes me lose my appetite
I wanna bathe in a tub of whiskey
Drown to death in a pool of gin
Give me sweet, sweet oblivion
Yeah
Bleach my eyes
Tear off my ears
Ignore my cries
Like you ignored the years
Go down the drain
I'm sinking like a pair of fangs into an unsuspecting prey
Romance has been sentenced to hang
The bottom of the bottle isn't such an ugly sight
'Cause the way you look at him makes me lose my appetite
I wanna bathe in a tub of whiskey
Get revenge with one of your friends
You'll be on your knees for sweet oblivion
Yeah
But do you mind if I ask
What has he got that I lack?
What is he not that I am?
Sitting bearing witness
Sipping the antidote in my hand
To false affection
He just wants into your pants
You must be fucking delirious
To take the shit he says seriously
I know you two will soon be history
But for the moment
The bottom of the bottle isn't such an ugly sight
'Cause the way you look at him makes me lose my appetite
I wanna bathe in a tub of whiskey
Drown to death in a pool of gin
Give me sweet, sweet oblivion
Yeah
Do you think you've made an upgrade?
He plays you more than an arcade
And my feelings didn't fade
They've lingered 'round like red wine stains
Do you remember when
Two eighteen-wheeler trucks
Wouldn't be nearly strong enough
To tear apart our love
You must be fucking delirious
To take the shit he says seriously
I know you two will soon be history
But for the moment
The bottom of the bottle isn't such an ugly sight
'Cause the way you look at him makes me lose my appetite
I wanna bathe in a tub of whiskey
Drown to death in a pool of gin
Give me sweet, sweet oblivion
Yeah
Bleach my eyes
Tear off my ears
Ignore my cries
Like you ignored the years
Go down the drain
I'm sinking like a pair of fangs into an unsuspecting prey
Romance has been sentenced to hang
The bottom of the bottle isn't such an ugly sight
'Cause the way you look at him makes me lose my appetite
I wanna bathe in a tub of whiskey
Get revenge with one of your friends
You'll be on your knees for sweet oblivion
Yeah
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Writer(s): Griffin Benton
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