You think I get high
just so I can get by?

Well the truth is I drink
so I don't have to think

about how much I hate it here.
I'd rather chug another beer

than sit here and feel.
The likes of which have no appeal.

Work it out? I'd rather not
Come pour me a double shot.

Let's all try to get along?
You'd better make it extra strong.

You cry out "Why why why?!"
and I'm here like "On the rocks with lime."

Pleading that it's not too late
while I'm downing ***** straight.

But it IS too late I'm gone.
You can sing some long sad song,

or bid me goodnight,
but I'll be alright

laying here and singing my
good old whiskey lullaby.