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