I live my life between nights out
A night in never enlightens 'less I white out
It's bright out, and I'm sure I could hear the birds
If my head was allowed out of this headspace that still hurts
Suffocating in a hungover space that I'm embracin'
Never waitin' to get a text laying a time and a place to make this mess
I'll call you at 10 in the mornin' just to stay smashed
Don't move out of bed I'm coming with an eight pack
I rate that, it's a lifestyle
Don't debate that, or you will never be my pal
I've got days to lose and a masochistic agenda to pursue
My work-life balance is a ship inside a bottle
The remains of the bottle were tossed to sea and then we lost it
It isn't an addiction it's a commitment to the sesh
And I oppress to just to prevent the depression
I won't address it as a problem 'til my life becomes a shipwreck
At one point in time I lost account of several things
I can't remember what they were but I think they included my dreams
Aspirations and things I wanted to do with the rest of my life
It'll make for a funny story when I go out tomorrow night
And that's where we go from here
Another day spent at work is another excuse for a beer
Occasionally I think about what that says about me
The fact that I need one just to persuade myself to keep going
I separate my life into two distinct halves
My job on one side, going out on the other side
And a third side watching, spectating from afar
Judging everything that I'm doing through a big opaque jar
It's bizarre, that "I can't continue like this"
Is what I say on monday mornings when I go for my first piss
Break I dismiss, despite the periodical dismay in my life
I always forget at night, when I find some respite