Desolate

Why can't I seem to find the right pills tonight?

No drugs or touch can put things right

And all my weighted scores have found their way inside

And all that's black and white have faded with my tries

You own my reasons, with the change of your hands

'Cause nothing's wrong and nothing's right tonight

But all these feelings, no they won't stop coming

'Cause nothing's wrong, nothing's right, tonight, tonight

This half-filled glass is more than perspective

The heart's desires are lined with objectives

'Cause all my weighted scores have found their way inside

And all that's black and white have faded with my tries, hey

And you own my reasons with the change of your hands

'Cause nothing's wrong and nothing's right tonight

But all these feelings, no they won't stop coming

'Cause nothing's wrong, nothing's right, nothing's wrong, nothing's right

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight