Bein' drunk on your own bed's not as hard as they say
But the thoughts, those that may wash your head
Scared and worthless, will they know what I mean when I go
Into the other room, a drink I'd swallow
Reached for what I had back in there
The sanitizer burned, the follicles and nerves in my nose
But I'm too scared to look them in their long, languished eyes
And to no surprise, I turned away
And down into the floor I would sink
I never wanted any of this
I hate myself
Leave nothing, hold everything within your tired hands
Your feet through the sands, they would go
And lo, the lark would love to lead his loved ones along
To sing another song for tomorrow