Its 1 am and Im still up, sippin wine from a solo cup I gotta six string, and its capod up so I guess Im doin fine I wish I had an ear or two besides the ones Im hearing through To listen to the things I do, and tell me Im alright Things aint like they used to be, we were young and so carefree And the line between right and wrong was so defined It wasnt always how it is, Im tired of living like I live So Im drownin all my pain in this here wine But I guess Im doin fine Its 2 am and Im still up, theres a real good chance Im pretty drunk I found my keys so that I could pop my trunk, but I couldnt find no beer Sometimes I think I drink too much cuz I seldom stop at just enough And when my batterys dead I just pop the clutch, and try my best to steer Things aint like they used to be, it used to come so easily But the truth is getting difficult to find Wasnt always how it is, I used to have so many tears But I lost them all somewhere along the line, but I guess Im doin fine If youre asking cuz you care, man I sure could use a prayer If theres anyone out there