Текст песни
Sweet to the touch
And sour to the taste
As it hits my lips
Something so cold
Should wash away
All those memories
I have of you in the vault
That finds its' way open
It's my own damn fault
Now I'm back on my bullshit now
Shouldn't have touched this at all
But it seemed like the perfect night
To lose my mind
Something so cold
Should wash away
All those memories
I have of you in the vault
That finds its' way open
It's my own damn fault
Now I'm back on my bullshit now
A case in the clutch
On a Friday night
Yinz already know whats up
Something so cold
Should wash away
All those memories
I have of you in the vault
That finds its' way open
It's my own damn vault
Now I'm back on my bullshit now