Every time you shake someones hand, it determines where you stand
Pulling my hair out to know that I'm alive
Empty liquor bottles and a house full of disallusionment
Sleepless bodies line the floor
And the aroma of sex and alcohol is breathtaking
Beds that have robbed many of their innocence or even vacant spots on the floor
The door is ajar and it leads to hands being placed where they should not be
To eyes teeming to places they should not go.
Ah, we are much too foolish for our own good
Empty liquor bottles and a house full of disallusionment
Sleepless bodies line the floor
And the aroma of sex and alcohol is breathtaking
Beds that have robbed many of their innocence or even vacant spots on the floor
The door is ajar and it leads to hands being placed where they should not be
To eyes teeming to places they should not go.
Ah, we are much too foolish for our own good