Blackout

The smoke it's got a grip on me
These drugs are not letting me leave
The drinks that I keep on drinking
Till I black out
Till I fall out
Until I smack down
Until I black out
Till I black out
Until I black out
Till I black out

Someone call her
Someone call her
Someone call her
Someone call her

Our wishful thinking
Our feelings are slipping
Until they disappear
They're falling Through the air
I tell you that I don't care, don't care
But baby when I'm out my mind
You know what I'm like
Speaking in riddles I don't make sense
Our feelings are slipping
Our feelings are falling
They'rе falling through our hands
I tell you that I'm clean
But You catch me sipping lеan again
I can barely even speak again
I've drank too much I'm gone

Someone call her
Someone call her
Someone call her
To get me home again
Get me home again

The smoke it's got a grip on me
These drugs are not letting me leave
The drinks that I keep on drinking
Till I black out
Till I fall out
Until I smack down
Until I black out
Till I black out
Until I black out
Till I black out

Someone call her
Someone call her
Someone call her
Someone call her