Red wine and sleeping pills 
Help me get back to your arms 
Cheap sex and sad films 
Help me get back where I belong 

I think you're crazy, maybe 
I think you're crazy, maybe 

Stop sending letters 
Letters always get burned 
It's not like the movies 
They fed us on little white lies 

I think you're crazy, maybe 
I think you're crazy, maybe 

I will see you in the next life