1912 Lyrics

I'm drinking Jack

In my room

All alone on Sunday night

In my bed by myself

With your picture by my side

In my head I look back

And I'm surprised that you stayed

Half the time that you did

I'm drinking wine

By myself

On a Wednesday afternoon

Start to drown in my head

Cause it's filling up with you

I can't swim

Any longer

Keep my head above the water

Like I did

Oh I'll be down at 1912

Picked clean picking apart myself

Strung out and strung up in your spell

Friends say I'm not doing too well

I see your face in 1912

In room 10B with the books on the shelves

And a picture of you

On a stand by the bed

And a dent in the wall

Where I put my head

Down at 1912

Picked clean picking apart myself

Strung out and strung up in your spell

They say I'm not doing too well

I'm thinking back

To your room

Skinny jeans kick off my shoes

Throw my shirt

Catch your breath

Then begin

Your arms are wrapped around my neck

As we struggle to collect

Every shred of what was

And what's changing about us

This is it

Final hour

Life moves on, oh life moves on

This is it

Final hour

Life moves on

This is it

I'm a goner

Final hour, life moves on

This is it final hour

Life moves on, life moves on oh

Down at 1912

Picked clean picking apart myself

Strung out and strung up in your spell

They say I'm not doing too well

I see your face in 1912

In room 10B with the books on the shelves

And a picture of you

On a stand by the bed

And a dent in the wall

Where I put my head

Baby

You must think that I'm crazy

That's the way that you made me

When you found somebody else