Drunk Piano Bench

These mornings I wake up

With the same taste in my mouth

And today my backpack tore in half

While under every white line lies light blue

And I fell down again

Turns out that the second time doesn't hurt as bad

Until you can't feel anything

But then you'd be just like me

So tell me, how does it feel when you're on top?

When I'm here below on my drunk piano bench

I can't get the taste of you out of my mouth

Or breathe without a sound

I'm telling you that I've had it with this town

I can't stomach these answers

They're so fake, so bleak

And it's making me more drunk

And I try to break you

But always go right through

I'm on my own

But these hammers and strings never fade

The loud is quiet enough

To make me wish I stayed

Seems every key I touch

Just circles back to you

In this black and white town

I'm just chasing hues

So tell me, how does it feel when you on top?

When I'm here below on my drunk piano bench

Can't get the taste of you out of my mouth

Or breathe without a sound

I'm telling you that I've had it with this town

So I'll play this drunk piano, let the keys sedate

The taste of you, still bitter, but it's all that stays

Maybe if I was a little better, then I'd be with you

But I'm just playing a drunk piano and drowning in the cue

So tell me, how does it feel?

And tell me, why you're not here?

And thoughts tell me the leaving was wrong

Cause I am too drunk to admit it

Fuck this song!