Got a bad bad case
Of the big bad sad
Got a bad bad case
Of the big bad sad
Gotta leave this place
'Cause I'm going mad
Gotta leave this place
'Cause I'm going mad
So I drink myself to sleep
So I drink myself to sleep
I'll borrow guitars
And write songs about how I'm sad
About how I'm sad
And then drink myself to sleep
And then drink myself to sleep
And throw the cans
On the floor
To vent
'Cause I am spent
On the floor
To vent
'Cause I am spent
Got a bad bad case
Of the big bad sad
Gotta leave this place
'Cause I'm going mad
Going mad
And my bed smells like dirt
Can you tell that I am hurting
Can you tell that I am hurting
Can you tell that I am hurting
Can you tell that I am hurting
Reference the map of pain
On these four walls
And the floor
And the floor
And I shouldn't be cursing
But it burns so f*cking bad
So f*cking bad
Can you tell that I am hurting
Can you tell that I am hurting
Can you tell that I am hurting
So I drink myself to sleep
Drink myself to sleep
And throw the cans
On the floor
To vent
'Cause I am spent
So I drink myself to sleep
So I drink myself to sleep
So I drink myself to sleep
So I drink myself to sleep
So I drink myself to sleep