I lost myself in a bar on B street last Sunday night I drank to your health but the words caught in my mouth And I choked them down You misdialed 10 numbers, it's no wonder It's so hard to remember But it's not hard to find when your mind is well with wine And losing time I'm not one for holding on But I still believe if you make me You might know that hope is gone But I still believe I'm left searching the cobwebs in my head I suppose I feel like running away So I grab a cab down town cover my head to block the sound And settle down I'm not one for holding on But I still believe, heaven help me You might know that hope is gone But I still believe Hell washes over me, my will is all but spent Treading water in a sea of malcontent This is burning down and it's all my fault I know But still the smoke curls 'round my head like a halo - oh no