Abbey's Wine Lyrics

Hold on tight, I'm going through the motions
God help me, God help me
I've had fuck all winks of a sleep, and I
I was on the cusp on a win, I could wear my crown, sit right on my throne

Well, that's how it feels
Well, that's how I feel
Well, that's how it feels
Well, that's how I feel

Crash your car going too fast, too much drinking at a bad news bar
Don't help me, I said don't help me
Well, I'm forty down, and I want to lift
But it takes too long to get back on your feet

Well, that's how it feels
Well, that's how I feel
Well, that's how it feels
Well, that's how it—

If I don't sleep through February and it all wears thin
I owe it all to you, my baby
I'm going to forget my ways of holding on to things
I never should have done, oh, well, I tried

Well, that's how it feels
Well, that's how I feel
Well, that's how it feels
Well, that's how I feel