Thanks To You de All Time Low

Thanks to you

Thanks to you
I'm moving on
Chasing out my skeletons
And the troubles they have caused
And all thanks to you
I'm turning over
The pages in this book of revelations
About self-medication
But there's this ringing in my head
(Who said it was gonna be easy)
As the gost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you
I'm not myself
I'm all strung out
That much is clear
And I'll spend my
Whole life-time with your life-line
Wrapped around my throat
Thanks to you
All thanks to you

Thanks to you I've lost my touch
I struggle to find the sense
In making sense
And giving a semblance of a fuck
And thanks to you
For all the nightmares
There's not a night
That I sleep quiet and complacent
Without my medication
Cause there's this ringing in my head
(Who said it was gonna be easy)
As the gost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you
I'm not myself
I'm all strung out
That much is clear
And I'll spend my
Whole life-time with your life-line
Wrapped around my throat
Thanks to you
All thanks to you

But there's this ringing in my head
As the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you
I'm not myself
I'm all strung out
That much is clear
And I'll spend my
Whole life-time with your life-line
Wrapped around my throat
Thanks to you

I'm moving on
Thanks to you
Thanks to you