Distance Between the Nightmares

Hello, my friend, here we are again.
We never thought we'd be,
but here we are, my friend... again.

The hours are rollercoasters,
and the alcohol is the only thing
that can speed me past the screams;
crashing down in a black out.
I wake up gasping for air,
putting distance between the nightmares.
The hours are rollercoasters.

Empty wine bottles sing so sweetly,
dancing to a truck bouncing down the street.
Gently rocking me to sleep.

Slip into my thoughts,
and you'll be afraid of what you see while you're awake.
You'll shudder when you feel how real a dream can seem,
and come to see it's better that you never sleep
sober, at least.

Sorry, the heat, it got to me,
and the empty rooms
get me howling like a madman... I am.

The hours are rollercoasters,
and the alcohol is the only thing
that can speed me past the screams;
crashing down in a black out.
I wake up gasping for air,
putting distance between the nightmares.

We're never alone
We have our ghosts to see us on.