Vacation in a Bottle

My shoes are cracked like all the lines in all the faces of the walking dead which will not be remembered
 We know the words we sing along to all the songs just to forget this hell, this year long December
 When will it end
 When will it end
 Does it ever end
 These days are killing me
 I'm getting by
 Eat your fucking cake and i'll eat mine
 Vacation in a bottle
 I've seen your face it's a disgrace you can't erase it's just a bed of lies and your sheets could use cleaning
 Won't be afraid to be your maid when you're ashamed of who you thought you were You're making up answers
 When will it end
 When will it end
 Does it ever end
 These days are killing me
 I'm getting by
 Eat your fucking cake and i'll eat mine
 These days are killing me
 I'm getting by
 Eat your fucking cake and i'll eat mine
 Va Cay Va Cay
 Vacation in a bottle
 Va Cay Va Cay
 Vacation in a bottle
 Bada lade bede dalop