The Unexamined Life

The things that kill me just keep me sane
Call it "addiction" just to give it a name
Bitch about money to a lonely star and
I'll spend my last dollar at the local bar
When I was sober, I wasn't myself
I spent my time on the bottom shelf
I'd get so drunk I'd have to crawl
Back to your house to punch a whole in the wall

You dotted my t's and crossed my i's
You checked me in, waited for a sign
You dotted my t's and crossed my i's

You were the stars, just out of sight
You were the words I couldn't write
I was the pen and I was the might
But I was the sun out drunk in the night
You were my shambled legs
Stuttering home
You were my bedroom
the Only comfort I'd ever known

I'm not better and I'm not worse
I'm just a bitter and poorly worded verse
in a song that I can't sing
Oh my god I think I'll never be happy again

Certain things run off your back
Like whiskey to my rain jacket
I was young but I was sure
I longed so long to be pure
I was naive and I was dumb
Rock hard liver and a bright green thumb
Now its almost over
I'm tired of living everytime I'm sober.