And as he made his way through the forest

He drank from waterfalls

He drank so much he got caught in the torrentThrashing around in the vortex he stared at the sky and wished he was in orbit

Or anywhere but here as vision distorted he said

I think I′m pulled up in

That current, blues rushin'

I′ve heard some repercussions

Nothin' but some deep adjustments

But my depth of self ain't gonna help me swim my seas corrupted

Divin′ divin′ divin' hopin′ I can finally feel somethin'

Way to often throw bottles back

Follow that with some hollow acts of friendship

So I bet I won′t call ya back

What an asshole God overconfident

When he made me whacko least I'm a friend and I teem with a backbone

Can′t fall flat never reachin' a plateau that's what I thought but I′m caught in a black hole

Wallowin′ alone

In bed with my demons on a cliff edge no wonder that I got a stiff neck

I'm kinda twisted

Givin′ in to my inhibitions and I'm wishin′ that I wasn't but the whiskey is abundant

So I′m plunging right back to the deep end and I love it

Next evenin' say fuck it like I think it's time I confront this

Think I finally drowned myself

Think I might found some help

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom

Think I finally drowned myself

Think I might found some help

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom

Rinse repeat my bad habits

Like a dirty nun gotta battle with

Myself daily like a masochist

Not cut from the same cloth fabric ripped

Got tossed in the flame till the graphic drip

Hung out to dry till the ashes sit

Try wearin′ me down but the hat don′t fit

So that is what I call a perilous

Journey gotta prove that I'm worthy

But I worry that I′m burning bridges on my trip

It's a bit concerning cause an inferno not gonna swerve at an urging so I

Won′t stop, got no roadblocks been a slow plot

Now I float with a flow what a showboat Joe Schmoe with a dreadnought

And the forethought to dig deep to my bedrock

Gotta stay raw gotta drop that sauce so my flavor pop

Don't gimme some handshake that′s napalm

I don't need those bandaid ultimatums

Brain is slop, too much April Wine but I like two rocks

In my drank take shots

Till I fade off to a vacant spot

Spill my guts and abruptly drop

Only time that I fall off

Is the wagon and I'm balled up

Claw that wall with an inner monologue that I hate some

Bit of myself when I′m day drunk

And I ain′t what I thought I was but I face up

To my problems

Get a pay stub, still, I wake up with the faint feeling that I'm basic

And afraid of what I become when I′m wasted

Say what

Think I finally drowned myself

Think I might found some help

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom

Think I finally drowned myself

Think I might found some help

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom

I don't know what to do

But I know that bourbon smooth

I′m certain at the moment just a sips the first excuse

Next thing that I know that burn is all I ever wanna choose

Got those serpents in my circus couple vermin in my zoo

Curtains lifted so you see beneath the surface truth

Diggin' down (Down) coughin′ up the dirt and nervous proof

Now I can't determine which ways out and I keep burning fuel

So I go on lurkin' through my self still I won′t turn to you

Prideful I can′t let them say you bested me or set the mood

I'm sure that′ll stir the pot instead I guess I'll let this brew

Finer things in life take time I find so mind your present feuds

Cause next thing that you know you drop inside the devils′ vestibule

Think I finally drowned myself

Think I might found some help

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom

Think I finally drowned myself

Think I might found some help

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom of my bottle

At the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom, at the bottom

As he drowned he remembered the highs

Every planet discovered and hovering by

He dreamed of the times he could smother his mind

In something other then pain that was governed by lies

Beautiful ugly in this cold world