Distractions, Distractions...

Pleasure me a little more, 'cause I could use the confidence. But I don't really do give in to better things and make mistakes. I'll take you down the sunset strip, I'll spend the cash to make you smile, Don't expect a smile back, I'm sorry, love, I need this to pass And all I need, is a miracle, baby, and maybe some alcohol. And if only, you could see, that I'm past the point of no return. Talk about consequence And I know you a little more than I'd like to. Love is not an option, When you've got practically no self respect left at all. Of your two notches down and one to go