Jesus has my heart, and whiskeys got my liver. I float through life like a raft on a river. I know whats right and I know whats wrong. I know how to quit but now its been too long. Just the other day I was thinking to myself: "at least I still think to myself". Everything works except me of course, but I've still got some of my health.
I grit my teeth and I wish that I could stand up and ram my fist right through this wall that keeps on keeping me in. I got sober, but now thats over, cause I'm back to drinking again.
You see the time before I quit, I quit quitting the very next day. So many times I've lost count, I guess it just works that way. I forgot how it feels to feel good in the morning, well the mornings worth going to bed. Id roll out of the rack, a monkey on my back, I'd need a drink to ease my head.
I'm not saying its the right way, hell its really no way at all. But it seems I'm never gonna get to tired of feeling 10 feet tall. So you may want to watch what your doing, or maybe you could just watch me. Its not always entertaining but you get what you pay for and buddy its free.
