It's time to hit the bottle,
and drink away my tears.
I have to dream of tomorrow,
because there's no today.
When there's no way out,
and no way up,
my only choice is down,
until the glass is empty.
It may sound sad to you,
because it damn well does to me,
that the bar man's my best friend,
as long as he keeps the whiskey coming.
Some day soon I'll be crying,
vodka tainted tears.
I can't drink away the problems,
liqour's just an anaesthetic,
when I need to dull the storm.
This ride can't go on forever,
one day I'll have to hit the breaks,
until then,
you'll find me at the bar.
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