There's a wire in my throat And I've been waking every hour since we last spoke But anger's slow coming Thought I walked into a noose Full speed gunning And I'm run-run-running Out of reasons why I choked down losses of note Woolgather times I was sober Cause maybe well maybe I'm an addict to starting over But if I say or I boast That there's credence in missing strangers most I'm simply frayed and unwound Numbing the time by sipping my love down Cause I hate being fickle or bitter Every time you come around But salt in my wounds is still salt of the earth So who cares if I drink the sea Who cares if I drown