This Drunks Lament

I only made half of what I spent today, and still asking myself,

"why do I do this, anyway"?

My lover is hateful and I deserve to lose his love.

I'm so ungrateful...ain't nothin' left to save

and I'm on my way to the bottom. I'm on my way

to the very place I'm afraid of.

I'm 28. It just stares me in the face. I don't even have an excuse

for being this useless. I don't have the guts to confess it...

the truth of the matter, is I'm one foot in the grave

and I'm on my way to the bottom. I'm on my way

to the very place I'm afraid of.

Would you trust another word? Would you dare invest

a moment toward my goal? It's obvious...

you do what you gotta do, don't you?

I only played half the games as yesterday, and still asking myself

why I do it anyway.

We're alienated and I'm not sure what to think.

I'm diving for wisdom at the bottom of my drink

and I'm on my way...I'm on my way...