Outside it’s snowing but my insides are warm
Thanks to the whisky I shouldn’t be drinking
It sits on the counter and whispers my name
Seductively disturbing my pattern of thinking

I puff on my cigarette and stare at the ceiling
And reflect on the ways my life has gone wrong
As I carelessly poison my body with vices
Dosing myself until it’s all gone

Sometimes I wonder why I don’t care
About much at all, really, it’s almost a shame
That after all the time that has come and gone
Not a single thing has changed