This broken harbor town has never been less beautiful
with the smoke straining my eyes and burning these lungs.
I might just be sorry to say good bye, but it's your fault
and everybody knows it.
I won't let you forget it.

But at the bottom of the bottle, there won't be any prize.
I can see it in your eyes and we're both simply disappointed.
You're everybody's problem in that certain state of mind,
so I'm giving up. The hope never existed.

And when my mind became a victim, you just closed your eyes in a half-hearted smile.
"You won't have to worry, I'm used to knowing how to lie."
But the bottle's broken, bleeding on the floor: another mess for me.
I'm sick of all these moments and excuses.

But this bed's been slept in too many days in a row
as my heart is breaking 'cause I realize,
I don't know how to save you.

But at the bottom of the bottle, there won't be any prize.
I can see it in your eyes and we're both simply disappointed.
You're everybody's problem in that certain state of mind,
so I'm giving up. The hope never existed.

I know this won't mean anything to you
as I'm broken and I'm bruised
inside these walls stained of homicide.
We're dying and existing at the same time; it tears me to pieces.
You know that you destroy me;
things will never be the same again.
I'm so drained, just like that fermented puddle on the floor,
dripping from that glass that touched your lips.
Your poison will destroy you,
and every one of us will fall beside you.
There is no choice, no one to hear, no bliss of sleep.
Too afraid to say goodbye but scared to say, "Hello, can you give up now?
"I don't want to try to help you anymore."

But at the bottom of the bottle, there won't be any prize.
I can see it in your eyes and we're both simply disappointed.
You're everybody's problem in that certain state of mind,
so I'm giving up. The hope never existed.