How is it that I relate to drunk people's side of a story?
Not understand someone with sobriety?
I guess you can call me a alcoholic
We're all distracted from feeling neurotic
You can call me out but sill fail to hurt me
I get roasted on the daily
You're going to have to do better than that
I've got a stronger back
You seem like the type who lost it all
The one to crumble and fall
With tear drops rolling and storming until dawn
I'm tired of this as I walk away with barely a yawn
Judge a book by the cover
Just like every other
It's no bother, I'll make it farther.