Blatant self destruction
That you can't seem to see
You won't find your answers
At the bottom of the whisky sea

No solemn faith at the bottom
At the bottom of your bowl
Who the Hell are you?
You're not the girl I know.

Yet,
Alive.
And Yet,
A lie.

So turn away the ones who care
And face your fight alone
But when Rock Bottom finds you
You can always return home.

And I will be here.
I will wait
For you to come alive.