This is not new love
No party in my head
I want to take this bottle
From the bar room to my bed
I want to shake up your whole life
Just not to feel after any regrets
I want to stop this bleeding
Raindrops out of my hands
Oh this isn't poetry
This is unsavory
This is outrage
Work of my morality
I am escaping my own little death
With this another evening left undone
Would this wicked man
Ever become wiser
With crooked head
And nothing much beside her
We are not going we are not growing
With this another evening left undone
This is not new love
No party in my head
I want to take this bottle
From the bar room to my bed
I want to shake up your whole life
Just not to feel after any regrets
I want to stop this bleeding
Raindrops out of my hands
Oh this isn't poetry
This is unsavory
This is outrage
Work of my morality
I am escaping my own little death
With this another evening left undone
Would this wicked man
Ever become wiser
With crooked head
And nothing much beside her
We are not going we are not growing
With this another evening left undone
This is not new love