Before the night begins to appear I dont grab a cigar or beer
I pick up a cigarette to chase my Jack I dont do shots, I poor a cup After I smoke one I pull another out of my pack My thoughts are slowed now that my stomach's filled up
When the moon is out I'm drunk stumbling about Waking up with strangers because I blacked out
So tonight I'm turning off my phone Ima smoke & drink my whiskey alone Please don't judge me, I'm grown.
(yea, I **** myself just a little bit everyday with these poisons to live, ironic?;)