Damn
This cold spot on these expensive kitchen tiles is where I die
How much alcohol does it take to say good bye?
Everything is blurry, except for every mistake I’ve made in my life
Even with the perfect honors kids and the perfect trophy wife
Fuck the 5 cars, Fuck the three homes
How much money does it take to not die alone?
What’s the point of all the shit we endure?
Just to say we’re stronger than we were before?
People are always going to judge, they are always going to hate
No one is truly alright with themselves, just you fucking wait
Until you’re in my spot, maybe just in a different head
Whether it be in on the kitchen floor, a back alley or a more acceptable hospital bed
Maybe I’ll just cry and wait here awhile
All alone on these cold wet expensive kitchen tiles
I hear sirens in the distance, there are three missed calls on my cell
The only life we have is my version of Hell
At the end of the day alcohol was my friend
I’m just another John Doe that has met his end
The room slowly stopped spinning, and there was no light
It looks like I have a date with an eternal night
Damn