I'm At A Low

You think I'm such a tired old savoir
 You think I'm such a delicate boy
 Well I'm drinking my way to a coma
 I'm drinking up the moon and the stars
 So fast that you better come quickly
 So quick 'cause I'm going in style
 I think that I could hold this against you
 How's that for a delicate child
 Weigh me down so I'll sink fast
 I'm aching to bruise I'm aching to crash
 I'm at a low
 I feel like I'm pissing on postcards
 I feel like I'm bathing in whine
 You only let me down when it's too hard
 So come bathe in my whine for awhile
 All that progress is something I stop
 On the border of a single shot
 All around us is a broken world
 I think I might have had enough
 So come wipe my world away