Red wine
and sleeping pills
help me get back
to your arms
Cheap sex
and sad films
help me get where
I belong
I think you're crazy
maybe
I think you're crazy
maybe
Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like
the movies
They fed us on little
white lies
I think you're crazy
maybe
I think you're crazy
maybe
I will see you
in the next life