hit the wall i'm comin' with a fever
dropped the ball i didn't think i'd see her
and now i'm runnin' round looking for another town
bartender broke my fuckin' leaver
and now I'm back to living with my parents
its kinda cool i never have to pay rent
but i think about you think about you all the time
guess I'm gonna have to finally face it
im an alca -alca -alcoholic
broken heart don't hurt, already got it
and when i think about you think about you all the time
but you never never let finish
coked out and talkin' like a tweaker
short straw and starin' in a mirror
and i tell myself i tell you everything is fine
sore throat and just a little fever
and now i'm driving drunk and double vision
thinking that i'm punk and on a mission
when i figure out i figure out my fuckin' life
red lights and full head on collision
im an alca alca alcoholic
broken heart don't hurt, already got it
and when i think about ya think about you all the time, guess i'm gonna have to finally face it