Wake Up, Time to Die

An alcohol whore is what I was before,
 Low-life day's ereased in a purple haze,
 Maybe, just a craze, a phase we were going through
 (Between you and me... the habit continues)
 Sobriety's deserted me once again,
 Surrender to the bender and no saying, "When."
 Chewing on a bottle of ignorant bliss
 And needs must at times like this
 CHORUS
 Glass jaw, alcohol whore
 Cardboard cut-out lying on the floor,
 Lame brain's drunk again...
 Stupid dumb-dumb cold plumb insane.
 I've felt worse but I've felt better,
 A human see-saw to the letter
 (It makes me feel so bad-but so nice)
 So bad and so nice!
 That old devil gravity's having it's way with me,
 Bringing me down, surrounding me with misery.
 A high-tide suicide, a death ride;
 Cut and dried... Inisde I can't hide though I've tried.
 Confidence crumbling, can't talk,
 I'm mumbling to myself.
 I'm stumbling for the top shelf,
 Get straight, got to decontaminate before it's too late.
 CHORUS
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