Inevitable Procession

If you were to ask me Be the one to catch me, before i take the fall You'd be the only one waiting, afterall For whence i open my mouth and Spill a sea of pills tinged with reddened liquor I think you'd listen, then If i took advice from any voice, it'd say 'give up' But then again the only advice i ever took was the gurgles from down below Onwards, outwards, suck inwards and hollow If i gouged the gurgles, they'd say 'continue' They'd count on me as i count every zero They'd hold onto my head while i clutch the bottle But, you'd catch me. Incase i couldn't catch me You'd advise me to give up But i'd have fallen from your grasp Onwards, downwards, i'd ignore the numbers from the liquor For they'd spill from my mouth ever quicker I'd have lost count, either way. Hey, what did you want to say?