I'm drunk on these neon lights,

Just ready to collapse.

They roam in my white room,

Fill the darkness with some sense.

I'll drown under these toxic walls -

Crimson to the point of black.

The cigarette between my cracked lips,

Was forgotten quite long ago.

I couldn't find the lighter, 

I didn't even try to smoke the roll. 

I feel like a goddess. 

I flow to the song. 

My feet are unsteady,

So are my words.

I know I'll sway, I await my fall.

But you're there to hold me,

You know I'll call. 

You expect some words 

While I catch a trickle

That runs down your eye.

I know you worry, I'll stay drunk for the night - 

On these lights, 

And this song 

But not on the wine. 

You worry I'll forget to love this life,

And you alike.

But baby, just know this very last time - 

Even though my fingers aren't working, 

My heart is working just fine.