Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sonido


Interfaz


Nivel de dificultad


Acento



lenguaje de interfaz

es

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Política de cookies   |   Apoyo   |   FAQ
1
registro de inicio de sesión
Lyrkit

donar

5$

Lyrkit

donar

10$

Lyrkit

donar

20$

Lyrkit

Y/o apoyarme en las redes sociales. redes:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Borgeous

Alcohol

 

Alcohol


My glass is half empty
Like the promise you made
Like the words that you said
That are filling my head
My glass is half empty
Like the tears that I shed
Like the hope that I bled
The paranoia you fed

And I guess this is what happens
And I'll be fine
Just need a few more glasses
And a bit of time

I don't even like the look of this at all
But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
Wondering where it all went south
Sitting on my own
At this bar on my way home
Trying not to feel so cold

With a little bit of alcohol
Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
Wonder where it all went south
Making my way home
I'll be sleeping on my own
Maybe it won't feel so cold

Maybe it won't feel so cold

Making my way home
I'll be sleeping on my own
Maybe it won't feel so cold

If love is so simple
So easy to feel
Why is it so hard
To spot the fake from the real
I wore my heart on my sleeve
But my head in the sand
All the warning signs
And I just feel so mad

And I guess this is what happens
And I'll be fine
Just need a few more glasses
And a bit of time

I don't even like the look of this at all
But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
Wondering where it all went south
Sitting on my own
At this bar on my way home
Trying not to feel so cold

With a little bit of alcohol
Oh it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
Wonder where it all went south
Making my way home
I'll be sleeping on my own
Maybe it won't feel so cold

Maybe it won't feel so cold

Making my way home
I'll be sleeping on my own
Maybe it won't feel so cold

I don't even like the look of this at all
But it burns the taste of you right out my mouth
Wondering where it all went south
Sitting on my own
At this bar on my way home
Trying not to feel so cold

hecho

¿Agregaste todas las palabras desconocidas de esta canción?