Текст песни
She stands at the edge of time
Glass in hand lips stained with wine
Drunk on the phone life's on the line
No need to ask what's on her mind
Won't fall down, just another sip
Last night's last buck, she's sick of it
Calls her ex and takes a hit
She throws up, he throws a fit
I'm a mess, reckless recluse
Put lil baby on a noose
Sing her your sweet lullabies
Maybe you won't hear her fight
Hellbound, hellbent
Get a grip!
Last time, last call
This is it
She sways on the telephone
All wound up no going home
Filled to the brim 'bout to lose my shit
Won't stop now cuz I'm too far in
Quarter to 12 and I'm all alone
All fucked up down to the bone
Out of my head cuz I can't let up
Can't get away cuz I'm too far gone
I'm a mess, reckless recluse
Put lil baby on a noose
Sing her your sweet lullabies
Maybe you won't hear her fight
Hellbound, hellbent
Get a grip!
Last time, last call
This is it