All my records are broken And they don't want to play in stereo I left you a message in a locket It doesn't want to ring And I just thought I'd let you know Hey now, how 'bout a feeling I, I won't tell So come on and look through my camera I don't want to lose you tonight in a fireworks display You're such a pretty magazine And I drink until I still can't see that Drinking won't be the death of me Put on your Sunday boots and get wrecked Well I thought it was love but my heart was drunk I'm writing letters home to no one that you know And I miss your family after every show Hey now, how 'bout a feeling I, I won't tell So come on and look through my camera I don't want to lose you tonight in a fireworks display You're such a pretty magazine And I drink until I still can't see that Drinking won't be the death of me