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I've got a business, I've got a perfect wife.
Everything I could want, I've got a perfect life!
It's like you're hardly working, when it's something you love.
A brain of calculation, its heart an abacus.
But I think I'd be lying if I didn't say this,
I've got a way with words, but not a way with emotions.
I've got a silver bullet, I've got a self-prescription,
I say "Hand me one more drink", you call it an addiction-
I open up the bottle, let inhibition go,
Maybe I shouldn't though! I KNOW I SHOULDN'T THOUGH-
If it becomes a problem, If it seeps in my bones,
Nobody has to know, NOBODY HAS TO KNOW-
I've got a business, I've got a lovley wife!
. . .Maybe I lie a little, but I'm doing alright.
I say that I'll get better, I say I'm trying to quit!
But if you know me, you would know I'm faking it.
It's only twice a day,
Then 3,
then 4,
then 5.
It's not like it'll kill me, it makes me feel alive!
At least I thought that it did!
Don't let them know I told you this, I don't know how to resist,
I hate my own exuses.
Choking on desolation, sip on amaretto.
Won't make me better though, I won't get better though!
I can stop when I want to, I still have self-control.
But I'll never say no! But I'll never say no!-
I know I f-cked it all up, I'm not a perfect man.
but I swear that I'll get better, this isn't who I am.
It's really not your problem, you shouldn't give a damn.
You don't know I'm feeling so don't try to understand.
Past 60 on the dashboard, past .08 in my blood,
I'm feeling kinda funny, all common sense undone.
Swerving all over the road, got children in the back,
How are we gonna get home?
I'm really sorry Jack!
The crashing sound of metal, the bleeding from my nose.
I'm so stupid, I know!
F-cking awful. I know!
The iron taste in my mouth mixes with merlot,
They won't breathe anymore,
THEY WON'T BREATH ANYMORE!
I've really done it this time!
Where's there for me to go?
Goddamit I don't know!
How could I ever know!
A shallow grave from my hands, flesh and blood down bellow.
Pick up, pick up the phone.
PICK UP, PICK UP THE PHONE.
The end, and my hands hurt now.
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