I won't get drunk often.
Why do it in the first place?!
I don't see the big deal.*
That's because you won't listen!
How can I tell you how I feel?
When you're busy living in a place so surreal.
I can't even tell you what's on my mind,
and I fear that I have been left behind.
Why can't I just shut up and agree?
Why can't I just be normal and see?
See what it's like to mess myself up,
don't stop drinking 'til the end of the cup.
Well that just doesn't appeal to me,
is this the way things have to be?
I don't see the point in losing my mind,
and for some stupid reason, that leaves you blind.
Blind to my wants and blind to my needs,
You don't think something's wrong until it bleeds.

Well I'd like to tell you,
just how I feel.
So maybe today,
I'll show you what's real.