I don't think I'll check myself in
I know what I'm seeing is real
I'm not gonna' run away from a bottle
Drinking makes it easier to sin

Sometimes it's like the girl I missed
I wonder if I make them feel like that
It's the blues waiting to cry once again
I hate packing them with me but they insist

I'm not saving for anything else
It's already spent
You don't have to loan me
You don't have to owe me
Let's just drink tomorrows rent

You won't have peace in your bed
Not if you drag me in the girls room
That's the crazy stuff we'll remember
A line of girls knocking in some bar

I'm not praying for anything else
They've already been sent
God don't have to listen to me
God don't have to speak to me
Maybe my own will is what he meant