Confession

I call it a phase, I call it a phase
 The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain
 I call it a phase, I call it a phase
 When no one's looking
 I'm taking all I can
 I kiss the bottle until I can't stand
 I wake up grieving
 By noon I won't care
 I count the minutes 'till I start again
 Oh what have I become?
 How have I come undone?
 What feels the hollow?
 This is the vein of money
 So hard to swallow
 The facts I need to be free
 I call it a phase, I call it a phase
 The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain
 I call it a phase, I call it a phase
 Unturned to toll in and now I'm in to sing
 I'm in control, I'm in for a drink
 My compass spinning
 I've been making mistakes
 You can not hurt when you can not feel a thing
 Oh what have I become?
 I have come undone
 What feels the hollow?
 This is the vein of money
 So hard to swallow
 The facts I need to be free
 What feels the hollow?
 This is the vein of money
 (I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
 I think it's killing me
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 The patches hurt me
 I won't remember a thing
 I trade in, I can force some empathy
 I wake up grieving
 By noon I won't care
 I count the minutes 'till I start again
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 Oh what have I become?
 What feels the hollow?
 This is the vein of money
 So hard to swallow
 The facts I need to be free
 (I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
 What feels the hollow?
 (The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain)
 This is the vein of money
 (I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
 So hard to swallow
 (The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain)
 The facts I need to be free