Your faith in me went away
Am I dead to you?
It's funny how what we say
Is so far from true
I know it's getting late
A quarter past two
I know what you're thinking, babe
I'm thinking it too

I'm drinking till I can't speak
You'll find me at the bar
And everybody's watching
You put me in the car
Now I'm curled up in the backseat
Like a dirty dog
The way you're looking at me
Dear, help me God

You saw my dark passenger
On the night that we met
The devil on my shoulder
Is still in our bed
Oh, but I'm trying to see myself
In a new light
The walls know it's hard to face
The light of the truth

I'm drinking till I can't speak
You'll find me at the bar
And everybody's watching
You put me in the car
Now I'm curled up in the backseat
Like a dirty dog
The way you're looking at me
Dear, help me God
Dear, help me God
Dear, help me God