Believe

I lost myself in a bar on B street last Sunday night

I drank to your health but the words caught in my mouth

And I choked them down

You misdialed 10 numbers, it's no wonder

It's so hard to remember

But it's not hard to find when your mind is well with wine

And losing time

I'm not one for holding on

But I still believe if you make me

You might know that hope is gone

But I still believe

I'm left searching the cobwebs in my head

I suppose I feel like running away

So I grab a cab down town cover my head to block the sound

And settle down

I'm not one for holding on

But I still believe, heaven help me

You might know that hope is gone

But I still believe

Hell washes over me, my will is all but spent

Treading water in a sea of malcontent

This is burning down and it's all my fault I know

But still the smoke curls 'round my head like a halo - oh no