OK, I give up

Yeah, I'll confess

I've spent some nights at the bar when I really needed the rest

But it calms my nerves

Soothes my sins

It's Stoli I'm drowning in

Help me with my therapy

Let's keep the drinks coming

Get through the day knowing I crave the night life

But deep down I feel it's getting old

Tired of being told what I had done

And deep down I feel it's getting old

Clouded memories

Actions unclear

I drank more in the last 12 months than I have in the last 12 years

Oh liver, stick in there

Give up on me, you wouldn't dare

Just be patient

I'll find us some way out of here