Bitter? Better.

First cuts, last dates
Loose ends, drink late
Four shots to «The Sound of Settling»
Hometown’s never hurt this much to me
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
You’re not leaving it
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
You’re all snared in its net
Two months and the air was never colder
Where were we living?
I’ve made my peace with all my sins
I’m not coming home for you
I’m not coming back ‘til it gets bitter
Now you get better
Made up, third base
Loose friends, think straight
Four shots and «The Sound of Settling»
More lost than your worthless memories
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
Say I’m arrogant
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
You’re a disappointment
Four shots to «The Sound of Settling»
Hometown’s always felt like a disease
Four shots and «The Sound of Settling»
More deaths of my friends than enemies
Best friends, best nights
Best friends, best lies