AM Gold
Wake up tongue-tied. Absent and bitter, still. All the years I cashed in; wasted on you
Drag you in and out like a cigarette. We'll catch our death or worse from sleeping in
Drag you in, let myself down
Falling in and out with love and friends. Bated breath, my lungs are caving in. Wasted on you
Drag you in, drag you out
Tune me in and out with the radio. Our nights spent in backseat AM gold
Hold me close, so I can let you down