Well Video (MV)

How can I say that I'm in control
When I've been doing shots of warm cointreau
Well I always find my find my way home
No broken bones
Yet

How can I say I've got free will
When I don't remember paying my bill
Well I never get thrown thrown out of bars
No major scars
Yet

Just these dark purple puddles
On my skin
And a slightly, slightly muddled
Recollection

How can I say I'm not a wreck
As I drain a bottle of triple sec
Well I rarely hurt my hurt my friends
No big amends
Yet

How can I say that all is well
When I'm not quite sure just where I fell
Well we always laugh at laugh at my tales
No time in jail
Yet

Just this sick yellow swampland
On my skin
And a day or two of offhand
Disaffection

How can that I say that I'll be fine
When I've clearly lost my f*cking mind
Well I always wake up wake up in my bed
And I'm not dead
Yet