Hurry up and pour me a drink already
i need a shot or two to keep my hands steady
suckin down the cheap wine on the hair of the dog
double fistin dollar beer and slammin down grog
hope for better days gone right out the door
cause night aint over till im shakin on the floor
cant seem to get these spiders off me
they're thirsty for more and more
left in such a blur, nothing seems real, ive failed again, i cant see through the midst of my drunken rambles, its clear to all but me, im in shambles
Staring off into nothing
I don't know where I am again
Lost track of all that's around me
Trade my health for another runaround
Wearing the scent of rot gut whiskey
Eyes always at crescent wane
out of sight, out of minds the way to go
otherwise im sure id go insane
nothing can save me now
my backs against the floor
indifference takes its toll
when its rains it pours
thrown all my aspirations to the wind
got nothing to cherish or to call my own
blind to my dealings and lost inhibitions
i suffer more than ive ever shown
i can feel my insides rot
raise my glass to those living when i am not
no hope for better days for me
im losing everything i got