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.

Eyes eventually tell everything that man had hoped to hide.

Franticly evading telling the truth that torments and tempts to break free, man forever fights to keep the fierce feverish fire, inside his fragile existence, cooled and contained.

Reluctantly reconciling rash reasonings riotously retained and rightfully remembered he realizes no room remains for remorse or regret.

Had warnings been headed, harsh words and heated discussions would have ceased to have been carelessly created to counter the creeping crawling suspicions cornered within.

The painted sunrise
of new beginnings
washes away fears and doubts
from yesterday's fight to survive.
Every day's a battle
but it's only one small part of the war.

Turn the music up till my ears ring,
till I cant hear myself sing,
scream,
at the top of my lungs,
can't deal anymore I'm done.

One,
more time,
you say give it one more try,
well sorry not tonight,
cause I'm already gone,
been at this **** for way too long.

So baby rev up the engine,
step on the gas,
turn the radio up
till it shakes the ******* glass.

In the rearview,
flashing blue lights,
knock me off this high,
******* killed my vibe.

Won't come back down,
no I won't slow down,
tires squealing peal out,
heart pounding so loud.

Adrenaline,
again again,
can't get enough,
I lied I really give a ****.

Come back to me,
dear sweet ecstasy,
I crave you like a drug,
coursing through me in my blood.

Let's throw our hands up,
in playful surrender,
give in to the 5-0,
give up everything we know.

Let them think we've changed our minds,
then jump in the car and leave it all behind,
you're all I need and I'm all you've got,
so what do you say; give it one more shot?