It's the same old me
Jumping in too soon
Talkin' one or two in the afternoon
But hey it's five o'clock some place
I wake up with a cough
Face falling off
Brain turned to slop
The place time forgot
Unstable and mangled
Wasted, what a shock
From able to not
Able to stop
I'm paying for each drop
Racing the clock
Chasing the dog
While dragging the sloth
Brain dead and fading
Breaking the bank
Then draining the tank
A case of the nods
I'll lay where I drop
It's the same old me
Jumping in too soon
Talkin' one or two in the afternoon
But hey it's five o'clock some place
Take too long to leave
Like I always do
Gone from one to few
Another bad move
Not quite sure I still like the taste
Not quite sure I still like the taste
I was fourteen years old when I had my first sip
Johnny Walker Red, yeah it tasted like urgh
Backyard, three young boys, the bottle we split
Was the start of a toxic relationship
From backpacks of beers that'd rattle and clink
To not knowing red wine and tequila don't mix
More than half of my life, bet my brains on the blink
Do ya I really think I'm gonna put down this drink?
Look I know that it's stupid, I'm wasting my money,
I know that it's dumb and it's growing my tummy
I know I should stop and I've tried it before
A couple weeks dry in July, falling short
See the days of getting sideways, a few and far between
Been replaced with just a taste, midweek knocking off steam
And I wake a little dusty, but it's nothing too obscene
Still every now and then I push the boat right out to sea because
It's the same old me
Jumping in too soon
Talkin' one or two in the afternoon
But hey it's five o'clock some place
Take too long to leave
Like I always do
Gone from one to few
Another bad move
Not quite sure I still like the taste
Not quite sure I still like the taste