Bottomed out in the pacific at the bottom of a bottled Pacifico
Confused it for the bottom of a habit
Got sober
Then fell in love with the reciprocal
Bottomed out in the Atlantic
Under whiskey soaked blankets
And didn't know where the f*ck I was
At the bottom of the arctic
I was drunk and broken hearted
Without anything I felt I could trust
I need a week without a drink
I need a week to sit and think
But a week without drink
Is a week without peace
And a week without peace
Is a week I need a drink
I've been drinking for a reason
To bring back memories of
The years that I spent listening
To the words of all the people
Who felt the same as me well
The bottle says that we're all the same
I need a week without a drink
I need a week to sit and think
But a week without drink
Is a week without peace
And a week without peace
Is a week I need a drink
A week without drink
Is a week without peace
And a week without peace
Well thats the week I need a drink