Drown It All

I don’t want to drink anymore, but I’d hate to remember.

So I take the burn in my throat like a burn from an ember.

I’ve got to stay fucked up so I won’t kill my offender.

God only knows how much I want to dismember.

Pain is what you get when you let down your guard.

When s**t hit’s the fan you have to try to be hard.

People tag along when the getting is good,

But they’re quick to let you go, and I know that they would.

Sometimes I f**k up and show somebody faith.

After all, net every human can make the same damn mistakes.

But they do, and I’m left to guess that these are the breaks.

When they were here then the feeling was great.

But they go, and more than anything I need a drink,

And a bottle of booze brings me to the brink.