I pa**ed out in the backseat spaced again.
Smoked to many, should of left and I lost all
of my friends. I guess that's just how it goes.
I'll probably never know. Don't go dying on me.
I've seen too much of that lately.
We drank through weekdays and drained our livers clean.
Spun out on elm street and I thought that would of k**ed me.
It was cold and I fell on the way home but I never told anyone
how I felt so f**ing low.
And this girl that I knew swore to me the truth that I was
losing my own God damned mind. Between the blues and you
it will tear you into if you don't get a hold of this mess
that you made.
She said I don't blame my regrets on you.
No, I don't blame you. It's all these things
that you surround yourself with that, that make you who you are.
Tell it to Seger at the bar. All your problems
and your troubles that you wear on your arms.
Put your mouth to the bottle and pull the trigger.
Tell her I loved her as much as I missed her.