Barely
Wandering aimlessly tossing back some brew
Eyes burning thoughts of me and you
Stumbling dazed lights are going out
Grounds coming at me fast no time to cry for help
Barely alive but not yet dead
Is there anybody out there to lift up my head?
My soul is drowning in this corpse I’m in
Can you please release it maybe a little more gin
Drive the ghosts back into their graves
A little more liquor or two is all that it takes
The eyes get blurry the speech gets slurry
And I stumble along singing a little mo sherry
Barely alive but not yet dead
Is there anybody out there to lift up my head?
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