One last call, pour it down my soul
Take this road, take me home
Your plastic heart makes me wanna puke
Hungover mornings remind me of you
I can't sleep so ill drink for two
Tonight, I'll take this one for you

Your absence makes me go back to absinthe

Your absence, it's your absence that makes me go back to
absinthe
There's no way around it,
It's always you around me,
The absent - the bottle or you.