abused by the booze, forever failing my sanity
distraught and unshaven, hiding from the family
ridiculed by own voice, the choice is mine
a picnic in the shade can't escape the sunshine
the truth is there, crouched in the bushes
on the back of the shelf, or tucked beneath the cushions
in every liquor cabinet, on every dying street
open up the bottle of every drug, you'll find defeat
toss it over your shoulder, leave it behind
but when you walk the same path, you see it every time
littered by neglect, motivation feeling sick
selfishness digging in you to live just like a tick
a parasite feeding off your pursuit of pleasure
but all alone once you happen upon gloomy weather
the darkness never hands out confidence
and barkeeps never serves shots of strength