some of us Fall off the wagon
Most land face first and broken
When I hit the bottom of the bottle
I hit the ground running
Kept my head together
In a dive I've dove into before
Everything was the same
nothing had changed
I just soaked in my atmosphere
and let my troubles melt away
good times,
good friends
and cheap shitty beers
For just a few hours you forget about your fears
then its back to the grind day in and day out
except this time I'm not fiendin for stout
I'm gettin through it all
I'm keepin control
I finally collared my demons
and I cut their throats to muffle the screaming
of what they want and how to get it
If its to please my demons they can surely forget it
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