Fucking dying drunk
Drowning in his own vomit
Swims through Heaven's gutters
The healthiest decisions made under the influence
Piece by piece he rots into the scenery
Next drink is on the house, ladies!
I've come to take away your happiness
You look so weak by yourself
So you run to me for help
I pretend to complete you
Make you turn to shit inside
He is the cause of his own problems
Blame them wherever his finger stretches
The skin's peeling from his hands
Consumed within the bowels of his own mind
Life is certainly looking up today
Even though I watch as it's killing me
Say you don't feel like it
No you really don't care to
I know you really can't
I am watching myself die
