Drinking Glass Self

Drift off the barstool and head for the door
 Fade out on your face and fade in facedown on the floor
 I'm sleeping you off tonight
 And waking up alone
 Pull back the covers and wince as the sun
 Burns a hole through my brain and pours smoke in my lungs
 I'm coughing you up today
 And leaving on my own
 This is no kind of life for what's left of my liver
 No way to treat what's left of my friends
 I'm getting better at being less bitter
 Now I'm just selfish and lonely instead
 It's the closest I'll come to progress
 Now you hate my guts and my guts hate me
 For the poisons I pour into my body
 And the way that I spilled them at your party
 From my mouth to your couch
 With my heart on my sleeve
 And the rest of my insides
 All over me and you
 I only did what my body told me to do
 This is no kind of life for what's left of my liver
 No way to treat what's left of my friends
 I'm getting better at being less bitter
 Now I'm just selfish and lonely instead
 It's the closest I'll come to progress
 It's the closest I'll come to progress
 Well I guess you can call it success