The Only Way
Things should never have gotten this far
so fu@ked up, so washed up
laid out on some dirty bar
Head kicked in
from whiskey and gin
but then again who hasn't been
fu@ked up, stabbed in the back by some closest friend
Take one down, sing so loud
choke it down, fight so proud
but in the end only the fu@ckers win in this game
no amount of drinks will ever erase that shame
oh what a shame
what a shame
Things should have gone better in the end
but then again when has it ever been
fair or right at the end of the night
guess it lasts forever in an endless fight
But along the way
to my dismay
all that ever helps it go away
is a swig and a chug and full-out binge
pass some more and i'll pass out loud
i'll crash so damn hard, i'll take it like a man
drink so much until it's impossible to stand
but i'm sure i'll fall and when i do
i'll hit so hard that i'll forget about you
and everything will be just so fu@king fine.
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