Tonight my body is fueled with alcohol.
I'd play with you as if you were a ball.
My thoughts with this lie is kind of rough.
And how I wish I come out of this a little bit more tough.

But what I'm getting at is more of the lie.
And so every day I choose to die.
Die and forget what was once we had.
Sleep and regret the things that turned out bad.

Look forward to a brighter day.
And wish that tomorrow will not be a hang over kind of day.