Never Tell Me the Odds

I take a drink, tip back my head
Just thirty minutes and I’ll forget all about
This weight tied firmly around my legs
But this paradise inside my head gets ripped away when I’m in my bed
I’m coming clean, I can’t live this life like a dream anymore
This isn’t real but I can feel the heat from the flames on my face
Such a beautiful ignorance
Such a beautiful thing
It’s just so easy when my pocket holds the cure for my disease
It’s only temporary
I don’t need this keeps repeating and repeating in my brain
I don’t need this
I don’t need this
I’m coming clean, I can’t live this life like a dream anymore
This isn’t real but I can feel the heat from the flames on my face
Such a beautiful ignorance
Such a beautiful thing