Alex Erickson - 1912 Lyrics

I'm drinking Jack
In my room
All alone on Sunday night
In my bed by myself
With your picture by my side
In my head I look back
And I'm surprised that you stayed
Half the time that you did
I'm drinking wine
By myself
On a Wednesday afternoon
Start to drown in my head
Cause it's filling up with you
I can't swim
Any longer
Keep my head above the water
Like I did
Oh I'll be down at 1912
Picked clean picking apart myself
Strung out and strung up in your spell
Friends say I'm not doing too well
I see your face in 1912
In room 10B with the books on the shelves
And a picture of you
On a stand by the bed
And a dent in the wall
Where I put my head
Down at 1912
Picked clean picking apart myself
Strung out and strung up in your spell
They say I'm not doing too well
I'm thinking back
To your room
Skinny jeans kick off my shoes
Throw my shirt
Catch your breath
Then begin
Your arms are wrapped around my neck
As we struggle to collect
Every shred of what was
And what's changing about us
This is it
Final hour
Life moves on, oh life moves on
This is it
Final hour
Life moves on
This is it
I'm a goner
Final hour, life moves on
This is it final hour
Life moves on, life moves on oh
Down at 1912
Picked clean picking apart myself
Strung out and strung up in your spell
They say I'm not doing too well
I see your face in 1912
In room 10B with the books on the shelves
And a picture of you
On a stand by the bed
And a dent in the wall
Where I put my head
Baby
You must think that I'm crazy
That's the way that you made me
When you found somebody else

I'm drinking Jack
In my room
All alone on Sunday night
In my bed by myself
With your picture by my side
In my head I look back
And I'm surprised that you stayed
Half the time that you did
I'm drinking wine
By myself
On a Wednesday afternoon
Start to drown in my head
Cause it's filling up with you
I can't swim
Any longer
Keep my head above the water
Like I did
Oh I'll be down at 1912
Picked clean picking apart myself
Strung out and strung up in your spell
Friends say I'm not doing too well
I see your face in 1912
In room 10B with the books on the shelves
And a picture of you
On a stand by the bed
And a dent in the wall
Where I put my head
Down at 1912
Picked clean picking apart myself
Strung out and strung up in your spell
They say I'm not doing too well
I'm thinking back
To your room
Skinny jeans kick off my shoes
Throw my shirt
Catch your breath
Then begin
Your arms are wrapped around my neck
As we struggle to collect
Every shred of what was
And what's changing about us
This is it
Final hour
Life moves on, oh life moves on
This is it
Final hour
Life moves on
This is it
I'm a goner
Final hour, life moves on
This is it final hour
Life moves on, life moves on oh
Down at 1912
Picked clean picking apart myself
Strung out and strung up in your spell
They say I'm not doing too well
I see your face in 1912
In room 10B with the books on the shelves
And a picture of you
On a stand by the bed
And a dent in the wall
Where I put my head
Baby
You must think that I'm crazy
That's the way that you made me
When you found somebody else