It's much easier to forsake
It's hard to look at your life while you're living it
It's much easier to be fake
When all is said and done and the liquor's gone
There never was any bread to break
That ain't true and I know it
Lies I spread across my body every day
Don't make it easier to stomach who time takes
I still remember, still think there's bread left to break
Don't make it easier to stomach who time takes
What I've got hidden up my sleeve
I'm ready to bleed for you
If you're ready to bleed for me
Still lose my head before I lose my grip
All the booze and the bones that we split
That ain't true and I know it
Lies I spread across my body every day
Don't make it easier to stomach who time takes
I still remember, still think there's bread left to break
Don't make it easier to stomach who time takes
Still think there's bread left to break
Don't make it easier to stomach
WRITERS
Graham Sayle, Harlan Steed, Jack McDermott, Julian Pratt