Will you think of me when you're drunk on Christmas eve? If I show up at your door, would you ask me to leave? Now I'm broken and insecure, but I'm hoping Your perfume lingers heavy on my clothes They're worn out and dirty but I can't let them go I'm hungover and insecure, but I'm hoping There's a million of me, just one of you, what else can I do? You're my reason to live, I've got nothing I can give I hope you feel the same way too Now I'm fucked up and insecure, but I'm hoping There's a million of me, just one of you, what else can I do? You're my reason to live, I've got nothing I can give I hope you feel the same way too There's a million of me, just one of you, what else can I do? You're my reason to live, I've got nothing I can give I hope you feel the same way too