Besedila: Ludo. You're Awful, I Love You. Drunken Lament.

"Self-loathing is quaint"
You told me, showing restraint
Now you're gone and I'm lost, in the swells I am tossed
Bobbing and choking and losing the fight in the fog
You said, "Forever"
Tell me, why can't you stay?

I'd ride in your pocket all day, but I just don't fit
Say the word and I'll change, I'm throwin' a party
Tonight, I drink more than a sailor on shore
Pour the rum in my eyes, tell me lies

Drunk since Saturday, without you, without restraint
It sill stings where you stung, water swings in my lungs
I'm starving for words that would ration my sadness away
Tell me, "Forever"
Tell me you'll come back to stay

I'd ride in your pocket all day, but I just don't fit
Say the word and I'll change, I'm throwin' a party
Tonight, I drink more than a sailor on shore
Pour the rum in my eyes, tell me lies

You were the mermaid for me
'Til one day you found your feet, leaving me
In this god-awful bottle, a bottle of heartache and grief

I'd ride in your pocket all day, but I just don't fit
Say the word and I'll change, I'm throwin' a party
Tonight, I drink more than a sailor on shore
Pour the rum in my eyes, tell me lies