Barstool Prophets - Running Out lyrics

Once again they scrape your carca** off the floor From where it fell, And throw your sad a** out the door. It's not the first time, But it just may be the worst time. Luckily they know who you are. And they know what you're about, But your free rides in this life are quickly running out. All in all, your life hasn't been that bad. You succeeded in Alienating every friend you've ever had Who took you in And put up with your drunken musings, Broken bones and ego-bruisings, Conspiracies, accusations, And other late night revelations We used to find so entertaining. You still think that people like you more The louder that you shout. But we all find the novelty is running out. Once again you put yourself up to the test, To see how much a human can ingest. You should be in the book of Guinness. It's not the first time, But it just may be the worst time. Even though the number of your friends, And the benefit of the their doubt is running out. It's all running out.