[Verse 1]

Bottles of that good stuff

'Cause I've been feeling rough

Just wanna kick back

Blow my money on a 6 pack

Sit in my room, have a think

Open a bottle, take a drink

Take these shots, to my brain

Become numb, Lidocaine

'Cause I've had a stressful week

Turn to the bottles, when things get bleak

Alcohol, down my throat

Not too fast, don't you choke

Take a swig, listen to tunes

Turn off the lights, alone in my room

Still some left, drinking's fun

But I fall asleep, before they're done

[Verse 2]

Wake up, hours later

Still got a bit of paper

Alcohol, got me beat

In the mood, for something to eat

I stand up, still drunk

Get dressed, look like a punk

Grab my wallet, off the floor

Down the stairs, out the door

Now I stand at McD's

Deciding what to eat

Take my time, no hurry

Big Mac, chips & McFlurry

Cheese dippers, on the side

Window seat, under a light

With it all, tubs of ketchup

Another night, another session

Now I've finished, table clear

Walk to Tesco, no fear

Grab some things, go and pay

They will be for the next day

Night's alive, too dark to roam

Best make my way, back home

Me and the night, we departed

I need to finish what I started

[Verse 3]

4 am. Still awake

Probably sleep, when day breaks

Empty bottles, by my bed

Thoughts spinning, round my head

I'm sitting down, but I still wobble

Gripping the bottle, by the nozzle

Finish one bottle, pick up another

Not too loud, don't wake up mother

Talking to friends, speech slurry

Trying to focus, vision blurry

It's late time, that I'm killin'

Look to the window, room spinning

Is the sun, up already?

I finish my drink, keeping it steady

The final drop I drink & swallow

My laptop's off, then my lights follow