Spilt

Words half spilt
Over a glass half empty
Tomorrow's happiness
I've chased in a little early
The light bleeds
Through the end of curtains
To collect the debts
I owe to the morning

Oh no
I thought I was doing well
I was not myself last night
I don't know if or when
That I will be again
I pushed it all down
Till it all spilt out

I don't know how to get myself out of this one

Words half spilt
Over a glass half empty
Tomorrow's happiness
I've chased in a little early
So I'll raise a glass
That will never be my last
You see that
I drink when I'm sad
And I'm sad because I drink

Oh no
I thought I was doing well
I was not myself last night
I don't know if or when
That I will be again
I pushed it all down

Till it all spilt out
I don't know how to get myself out of this one

So I'll raise a glass
That will never be my last
You see that
I drink 'cause I'm sad
So I'll raise a glass
That will never be my last
You see that
I drink 'cause I'm sad
And I'm sad because I-