THE STORY ISN’T NEW, IT’S ALWAYS THE SAME
IT STARTS WITH FUN AND ENDS IN SHAME
IT BEGINS WITH THE INFAMOUS, “JUST ONE DRINK”
IT NEVER ENDS UP THE WAY I THINK
THE NIGHT STARTS FUN, DRESSED TO THE NINES
ENDS UP RUNNING OUT OF LINES
JUST A FEW BUCKS, THERE GOES MY CHECK
PEELING ME OUT OF SOME CAR WRECK
MY MIND IS AMAZING THE WAY IT LIES
I ALWAYS END UP WITH THE SAME OLD PRIZE
BLACK EYES, MISS WORK, AND A BLOODY NOSE
IT NEVER FAILS, THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES
YOU’D THINK BY NOW I’D FIGURE IT OUT
THERE WOULDN’T BE A SINGLE SHRED OF DOUBT
I CAN’T DRINK SAFELY AND THAT’S A FACT
TROUBLE AND PAIN IS WHAT I ATTRACT
THE PARTYS BEEN OVER FOR QUITE SOME TIME
AGAIN AND AGAIN I’VE BEEN SHOWED THE SIGN
AIN’T NO WAY THIS IS EVER GONNA WORK
TIME TO WAKE UP AND PUT AWAY THAT SMIRK
I HAD TWO CHOICES, RECOVER OR DIE
ON A HIGHER POWER I HAD TO RELY
BY MYSELF I HAVE NO CHANCE
THOSE DARK THOUGHTS I WILL ROMANCE
I’M GRATEFUL I MADE IT TO THIS SEAT
BECAUSE THOSE THAT DIDN’T ARE OBSOLETE
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