He remembers coming home after a long day
So tired light change almost went the wrong way
Finnally got home laid down on the couch
Maria arguing he almost passed out
He dont know where he stands with her
Heart damager pan the cameras
Asking friends questions just to answer her
His buddies got money invite him over
They said come alone with a box of corona
Without it you deemed a poser
They throwing house parties
He gotta get his mind off the problems
So he gonna hit the bottom of bottles
Minds not to follow heart beating sorrows
Soul feeling hollow his liver turning into potholes
He walks through there door and the edm is popping
Bodies hopping feeling awesome everyone is drinking
Dont worry about the content
In the kitchen they walk him
The trap he fall in now he taking shots no pausing
Downed them without a caution
He forgot how he talking he sounded like boston
Vision blurry borderline conscious
His eyes looking like a boxers
Ears ring like a concert
He can't hear enough to relish it
The silver lining is hes out of his element
Feeling out of body sipping from a holy grail
Hes hammered so hes fighting tooth and nail
He stops dancing but his legs won't let him bail
He goes into the bathroom just trying to prevail
Hook
I haven't been myself
I thought these drinks would help
This isnt my finality
I thought these drinks would rally me
I haven't been myself
I thought these drinks would help
My inner me was my enemy
So I picked up a bottle of Hennessy
All over the floor is projectile vomit
Redefining what a carpet bomb is
Starting to come to his senses alcohol exiting
He can't exit till these problems exit him
He walks out and the whole place is empty
He sees his phone and a letter attached to his car keys
In his pocket goes the damn paper
Hes to focused on the scene
To read it now he'd need a translator
He tries to use the phone but the battery died
Hes out of his mind because hes to drunk to drive
No food for thought he lost his appetite
Outside its black as night looking back its asinine
At the last time he grabbed the flask was right
He starts to walk down the side walk
His lifes lost he needs a seeing eye dog
Street lights blind him with every car that go by him
They flying and make him feel resorted on islands contorted with violence
His minds fighting these pilots reminding the tyrants
That he feels so alone so his thumb goes over the road
He holds it there until his arm is feeling numb
Knees buckle and he feels like throwing up
He hit the floor again he thought he was done for
Till he heard marias voice and her honking the horn
He got in and said thank you for all your help
She said dont relax you need to explain yourself