Cheers To Rehab
Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 3:52 am
Here we go.
The bottle's upright, my conscience submerged in fluid/
Too drunk to fight, but still have the urge to do it/
Absurd and foolish, words are slurred but fluent/
Clenching my chest, thats where the hurt is rooted/
So much pain in life, is there a purpose to it/
Took a bite out of crime but never learned to chew it/
Tried to live legit but I'm too immature and stupid/
Always looking for love but never referred to Cupid/
Alcoholism turned me disturbed and putrid/
I heard of Jesus, but always thought church was useless/
So I confided in a man named Captain Morgan/
We'd stay up laughing all night and chat til mornin'/
He used to make me sick but I broke the habit/
Made me wonder how my life turned so dramatic/
Why do I feel this way, is it post traumatic?/
Or hopeless antics that my youth and growth established?/
Wish I could rip my heart out and throw shit at it/
Cause drinking seems to be the only way I can cope with sadness/
But where will I turn once this flask is dry?/
A social parasite, breaking this bottle would be fratricide/
A plague to any passerby, I advertise death/
An angel hovers towards me, I hand her my breath/
My brain is spinning, I'm over the limit/
I lay on the ground, let my eyes close for a minute/
I relax, feel my pulse growing faint/
I'm going numb like my soul was soaked in novacaine/
My throat rattles as I deflate my lungs/
No escape, its too late to retrace my plunge/
The bottle's upright, my conscience submerged in fluid/
Too drunk to fight, but still have the urge to do it/
Absurd and foolish, words are slurred but fluent/
Clenching my chest, thats where the hurt is rooted/
So much pain in life, is there a purpose to it/
Took a bite out of crime but never learned to chew it/
Tried to live legit but I'm too immature and stupid/
Always looking for love but never referred to Cupid/
Alcoholism turned me disturbed and putrid/
I heard of Jesus, but always thought church was useless/
So I confided in a man named Captain Morgan/
We'd stay up laughing all night and chat til mornin'/
He used to make me sick but I broke the habit/
Made me wonder how my life turned so dramatic/
Why do I feel this way, is it post traumatic?/
Or hopeless antics that my youth and growth established?/
Wish I could rip my heart out and throw shit at it/
Cause drinking seems to be the only way I can cope with sadness/
But where will I turn once this flask is dry?/
A social parasite, breaking this bottle would be fratricide/
A plague to any passerby, I advertise death/
An angel hovers towards me, I hand her my breath/
My brain is spinning, I'm over the limit/
I lay on the ground, let my eyes close for a minute/
I relax, feel my pulse growing faint/
I'm going numb like my soul was soaked in novacaine/
My throat rattles as I deflate my lungs/
No escape, its too late to retrace my plunge/