Third Day of a Seven Day Binge

We've only reached the third day of a 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 wear me out or wear me well I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips I got bullets, in the booth Rather be your victim, than be with you I got bullets, in the booth Rather be your victim, than be with you I've 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