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?;)