Dan Coutant - Tastes like Splenda, Gets Drunk like Scotch lyrics

One day I'll find the right words And I hope they'll be something simple My eyes are traveling down the road Searching for something to call my own And all my teeth are falling out Can't keep scratching at all these fears and doubts f** damnation and redemption Bottom's up to these wasted days The space we need is growing smaller The shoulders we lay our heads on are not getting broader Apathy, exhaustion and stagnation Heavy eyes full of frustration I know you're tired, we all get tired Sick to d**h of being sick to d**h A reaction to keep from feeling complacent So I'll buy another round We'll complain about the lives we're living Stumble home when we're too drunk to talk Rise up and move on from the pain in our hands and our hearts and our minds Let's tie one on for the end of times