wasted, passed out on the kitchen floor

another week gone by and i haven't been dreaming

blacked out and i can't remember exactly what i did last night

i hear stories in the morning and i know that i'm out of control

because wheni drink nothing ever matters,

i missed the sunrise, could barely open my eyes

now i've got to pull myself together

right now this town really fucking tears me down

someday it will drown me in the river

i've got to learn to put the liquor on the shelf

or i might end up drowning myself.