"Who's counting?" She said
As she climbed out the window and lit her cigarette
"If we keep this up, you're gonna kill me, if these haven't killed me yet"
We keep meeting like this
And we dance around in circles as we try to find a fit
But even though we're still pretending, we're as lonely as it gets
Spinning the bottle, foot on the throttle
Moth to a flame
Burn as you swallow, keep yourself hollow
It's more of the same
"I can't stay here tonight"
I said as we sat on the roof
Watching stars flood the sky
"Cause when you have no beginning, there's no ending in sight"
Spinning the bottle, foot on the throttle
Moth to a flame
Burn as you swallow, keep yourself hollow
It's more of the same
Spinning the bottle, foot on the throttle
Moth to a flame
Burn as you swallow, keep yourself hollow
It's more of the same