Very soon now, something will crack.
Yeah, very soon now, something will crack...
Alcoholic...yeah.
Sipping from my bottle of wine.
Sinking into my day.
Television picking at a piece of my brain,
and the next door neighbor thinks that I'm insane.
I'm sinking into my day, yeah...
I'm sinking.
And in the end, just like a crowd,
I go up and then come down.
And it's a fine life that I lead,
Satisfaction guaranteed.
When I'm drunk, and when I drown,
I'd like to fuck, but then come down.
Seeking wisdom I look for friendship,
(But I find none)
Sinking into my day.
I wonder if it's something like the way they treat me.
The motherfuckers might as well come out and beat me.
I'm sinking into my day... Help.
This sickening skin, my only home.
It's not enough just to die alone.
And it's a symptom of my disease.
Stiff and restless, so hard to please.
But would you quit?
Would you come down,
If no one wanted you around?
