Being Alone Lyrics – Brooke
I lost myself in the glitter
Live fast die hot not bitter, bitter
Fine lines across my fingers
Your touch your taste still lingers, (lingers)
I’m late but I’m a good liar
Love hate the feeling of fire
Whiskey stains my breath of desire
I still pick up whenever you call
There’s just one thing I need you to know
I’m not so good at being alone
(I’m not good at being alone)
Next thing you’re here and my clothes on the floor
I tell myself it won’t work anymore
But next week you’ll be back at my door
(I’m not good at being alone)
It’s time I faced my Demons
Taxi Drive, lipstick, sinner
(Sinner)
Fake smiles at family dinners
Avoid each passing mirror
(Mirror)
I’m late but I’m a good liar
Love hate the feeling of fire
Whiskey stains my breath of desire
I still pick up whenever you call
There’s just one thing I need you to know
I’m not so good at being alone
(I’m not good at being alone)
Next thing you’re here and my clothes on the floor
I tell myself it won’t work anymore
But next week you’ll be back at my door
(I’m not good at being alone)
I’m late but I’m a good liar
Love hate the feeling of fire
Whiskey stains my breath of desire
I’m late but I’m a good liar
Love hate the feeling of fire
Whiskey stains my breath of desire
(I’m not good at being alone)
