Time Gone By کے بول

So alone the ghosts of ex-lovers haunt me like they haunt this town broken life broken dreams and a fucked up heart i've got a bottle of bargain scotch and thats a start christ look how this time's gone by look at our rotting livers and our wasted lives never alone our friends leave broken bottles all over our broken home it's the same scene every night we sit around, drink, fuck or fight christ look how this time's gone by look at our rotting livers and our wasted minds