wake up, eyes hurt
Drinking at 8:30 in the morning to wash away the dirt
Passed out from the booze last night
Gave my world a sight
I get on my knees and crawl
When I'm drowning in my vomit
The devil will call
I just look up from the bottom of it all
I could tell you a million lies
Perfect little face, I despise
Beauty comes in a wrapper of platic
Well you think my influence is sarcastic
You want to try drinking
I just keep thinking
How far I'm sinking
And before I begin to maul
The shattered pieces so small
I'm trapped at the bottom of it all.