I sit on the bar stool
In the dimly lit bar
I’m getting buzzed
I can’t see near or far
When did I lose my wit and charm?
I never heard a warning alarm
Drink in hand, shot waiting next
When did I get myself into this mess?
I put the glass to my lips, my only friend
It’s off to the races, here I go again
I’m scared to leave, afraid to stay
Uncertain if I’ll be given another day
I don’t know what’s to become of me
It’s getting harder and harder to see
I’m so **** tired of living this way
I don’t think I can handle this world of gray
I down my drinks, and then another
This life I’m living, I’m starting to smother
I feel myself falling from the stool
I only hear laughing
I pass out like a fool
Blackness is my only friend, maybe this is finally the end