The demons were chasing hard that night
I tried to run, I tried to fight them.
But I slip, my gait trips up.
Then my lips are pressed to a bottle.
I watch as the world grows fuzzy.
Sip after sip, my view and judgement cloud
Click click click bing.
hey fuzzy letters fill my screen
its two am, why u up? blip to exsistance
Naseau grabs my stomach... liquor or nerves?
Click click click bing.
i miss you instant regret wells up
He doesn't want me. Not sober, not drunk
Demons get to me. Pop goes another beer.
Soon it's the early hours and I'm still lonely
I look down the neck of the bottle and realize
The only things in life I can count on are here
Me and the demons who won this battle.