More About Alcoholism

(albüm: The Volatile Utopian Real Estate Market - 2014)

This car is a war machine that runs on nicotine and gasoline
D-d-d-don't you fucking know this is the wrong side of the road?

Who needs brakes when it's all downhill from here?
And if we ain't died yet then, just maybe we never will

But I don't wanna burn out, so won't you please set me on fire again? I woke up afraid of losing everything; thank God that I already have
So if you love me then listen: mind your own fucking business! If you love me enough to stay, then please love me enough to stay... enough to stay away

I swear on my last cigarette that I'd love you my d-d-darling. I'd love you if I could
But since the day I was born, it's been too late for me to be anything but what I am tonight...
And what I am is drunk, and what I am is mean, in your passenger seat!
Seat belts are for people who have time to die; hell, I don't even have time to sleep

Because I don't wanna miss a moment of loathing everything that I see
I stay up nights afraid of everything, till all that's left is the shadows and me
Ask me from sunrise to sunset: no, I ain't left the house yet
I finally love you enough to stay... enough to stay away!

Aw, shit, I wish I had a job to quit
I wish I had a boss that I could tell to fuck off
Give me the satisfaction of a dramatic exit
And not just a long car ride and a short goodbye in a parking lot (Oh oh oh)