Drunk 3

It`s becoming a kind of habit
As long no one can waste it
As long no one can taste it

It`s becoming a part of me
As long as you can`t touch me
As long I don`t get busted

It`s becoming true
And pure
as long as I don`t lie
As long as I can cry
As long as I`m not ill
And do just what I would,
And just distrust the cure.

That`s me baby,
running out of energy,
trying to tell you,
trying to tell you...
what you just won`t hear
what you just won`t hear.