Third Day of a Seven-Day Binge

We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips I've got bullets, in the booth Rather be your victim, than be with you I got bullets, in the Boothe Rather be your victim, than be with you We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you Rather be your victim, than be with you