the next round

The Next Round

The Next Round - 4:39
I drink because I'm thirsty,
I drink because I'm dry.
I'm not yet quite thirty,
But I feel like I'm dying.

I drink because I want to, I need to,
I don't know what else to do with my time.
I won't say it but you can see it in my eyes.

You drink 'cause you're lonely,
You drink 'cause you're sad.
You always claim every party
Was the best time you've ever had.

You drink because you're scared of a life of
Living off your own company.
You won't say it,
But I can see it in your eyes.

Of all of the things I could become,
A lonely drunkard isn't one
For which I would've wished
When I was young.
But drink has drunk my days away.
I tried to live like Hemmingway,
But life just doesn't work that way,
And pills don't kill the pain,
They just delay.

We drink because we're scared that
If we should stop,
The good times will go away,
But the bad times will not.

And what if it's over, and we're sober,
And we still feel like we're fixing to die?
What then? Don't say it
Because I can see it in your eyes.

The next round's on me.

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