to get the fuck out of bed,
curtains closed, lights are off,
am I alive or dead?
I haven't shaved in a week,
I always slur when I speak.
Tolerance at it's peak,
another fit just to sleep.
I always slur when I speak.
Tolerance at it's peak,
another fit just to sleep.
So I'll sit in my room
and I'll cry in my bed,
thinking about all the shit
that made me wrong in my head.
I keep trying to climb
but it seems so steep,
pour my self a fuckin whiskey
and go back to sleep
but it seems so steep,
pour my self a fuckin whiskey
and go back to sleep