Tonight,
I will drink.
I will swallow the pride away.

Will you sing the stress away for me?

It's 3'clock in the morning and I still have a little left in my glass.

A bowl of cashews spell out 'You're a ******* mess' on the kitchen counter...

Oh god,
The sweet burning amnesia fills my brain,
I want to forget this night as if it never existed.

I want to forget why I am even on this Earth.

Take a shot with me as I forget it all.