I’m sitting there, just thinking, thinking about you
About my life, about the bottle, about being high
Again you slip, back into my mind, thinking thinking
The music that replaced, the empty time, that would have been
Shots after shots, sip after sip, until I’m blind
I had to get up, take a breath, and leave the room
I floss and look, into the mirror, and smile hesitantly
I fill my lungs with smoke, close the bottle, and go to sleep