This place is making me sick now
So I'm pouring whiskey down
I'll stumble off the edge of the world tonight
I sit back and take this in
Now I'm paying for your sins
This break from tradition's just not right.
This is not my fault
This is a bad dream, somebody wake me

I love you Seattle
But I'm counting down the days
'Til you break my heart again
And wash my feelings down the drain
And is this necessary to feel this pain again?
I'll grit my teeth and bare it as you barrel through my skin

This place is making me sick now
So I'm pouring whiskey down
Let's celebrate the end of my world tonight
I hear your friends laughing out loud
The Sparks flowing from their mouths
This break from tradition's just not right
This is not my fault
This is a bad dream, somebody wake me

I love you Seattle
But I'm counting down the days
'Til you break my heart again
And wash my feelings down the drain.
And is this necessary to feel this pain again?
I'll grit my teeth and bare it as you barrel through my skin