I wrote my number with a pen
I would love to have a friend
Or we could tie up our loose ends
If you wanted to
I've got no semblance of a mind
But you could read it if you'd like
Look, I ain't got nothing else better to do
I’m fucked up in Cincinnati
I’m hanging on by a thread
I wanted to make you happy
I needed to fix my head
I err to the caution
With rugged exhaustion
Yet I try to soften
My tight grip
In a room with a view
I’m about to fall through
With a bottle of booze
When the scales tip
I’m fucked up in Cincinnati
I’m hanging on by a thread
I wanted to make you happy
I needеd to fix my head
I loved the way you said it
I knеw just what you meant
I felt it as I faded
"Some things you can't prevent"
I’m fucked up in Cincinnati
I’m hanging on by a thread
I wanted to make you happy
I needed to fix my head