Cuz I don`t wanna be like this, I've been runnin` these streets for too long now
I've got nothing it`s true but this song now, but the further I go…. I wanna go home

I fuckin` swear that I care, but it`s hard when you stare,
Into the bottom of a bottle that is empty and bare.
Oh my desolate soul, in my desolate home,
It`s my desolate role, yeah I'm here all alone.
I can't think of a reason to get the fuck outta bed,
Curtains closed, lights are off, am I alive or dead?
I haven't shaved in a week, I always slur when I speak,
Tolerance at it`s peak, another fifth just to sleep.
Oh woe is me, woe is me, I guess I need love,
And hos you see, hos you see, I'm just in a rut,
And I swear I'm trying baby, please baby don't leave,
Goddamn I'm a fuck up, but I guess that's just me.
So I sit in my room, and I cry in my bed,
Thinkin` about all the shit that made me wrong in my head.
I keep trying to climb, but it seems so steep, pour myself a fuckin` whiskey
And go back to sleep...... Bitch