A good man doesn't drink
And I've been drinking alone
So what does that make me?
My hands they always shake
And no one's calling my phone
So what does that make me?
And I know the kid with his guitar
So drunk and anxious
Has been done to death
But tell me what hasn't
I'll try it
Because I'm selfish enough
To wanna get better
But I'm backwards enough
Not to take any steps to get there
And when you realize it's a pattern
And not a phase
It's what you've become
And it's what you will stay
That's ballgame
Cause I don't got room in my life
For anyone else
And I've driven away all the
People that could help
And I still don't even know what I
Need to do to fix myself
And there's a clamp around my chest
It tightens every time I lapse into
Another sorry story
About my miserable collapse
A bronze box I keep encased in glass
And dust off whenever I want your pity
Well, either way, I realize that my shit's
About as small as it could be
But that makes me feel worse for even feeling
This bad in the first place
And that makes me sad
Really, really fucking sad
And then I'll drink
Those thoughts away
I've gotten good at that
Cause when you realize it's a pattern
And not a phase
It's what you've become
And it's what you will stay
That's ballgame
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