Paroles: New Pornographers. Mass Romantic. The Slow Descent Into Alcoholism.

I say my, my slow descent into alcoholism
it went to my head, where I really need it
with the views that remain untreated
I say my, my, my, my slow descent into alcoholism
It went something like this song
something like this song
something like this song

Salvation holdout central(x3)

I say my ever-loosening grip on the commonest courtesies slipped
from my hands when I really need her
when I need change for the parking meters
I said my, my, my, my slow descent into alcoholism

it went something like this song
something like this song
something like this song

Salvation holdout central (x16)

uh huh (x9)