Thanks To You - 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 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

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 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

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

Thanks to you

Thanks to you

Thanks to you