Wreckless

If you want to live wreckless
Well, just be happy to know
That you might grow old alone
The days are getting shorter
Now it’s November
The nights are closing in
And we’re so far from a spring
Well, watch as we get drunk
Well, watch as we get drunk
Vodka’s clean as ice
(???) inside our skin
Well, between you and me
I’ve had a little bit too much of everything
Well, this is the greatest tragedy ever told
Well, we’ve never knowingly undersold
Everything that I touch turns to mould
My days are getting shorter
Can I stay the night with you?
The nights are getting longer
And I’m one to walk alone
The green trees (???)
The happy thoughts I had
They’re turning to dread
But even if there is somebody else, then
It’s still a night alone (???)
As the moon skirts through the sky
We had every reason to die
And I don’t regret
I can’t regret
The things that I’ve started to forget
Black fog on a sunday
A drink that neither of us want