Doublewhiskeycokenoice

Sometimes it's simple things that make it hard Spoiled baby T's with credit cards Overtime always on my mind Could-have-beens eat away inside now Praise God, pass the bottle of Beam 'Cause I never can seem to say what I mean Don't know if I would even if I could, Amen Somehow this feels like borrowed time Pay it no mind, everything is fine But sometimes I'd rather hear laughter while this whole place died A johnny jump-up is a lovely thing A pint of cider and some whiskey I had four dead inside of me Just to hear this jackass sing his line about How he used to hang out somewhere "back in the day" Knowing terms only that an asshole would say So I sat there drinking more Thinking about drinking more Nelson Algren came to me And said, "Celebrate the ugly things" The beat up side of what they call pride Could be the measure of these days God save Otis Redding 'cause I know he's never gone And as sick falls from this mouth hear me sing it wrong Is it "cigarettes and coffee" now or Dreams to be Remembered I'll leave regrets for dead and sing along So I'm reaching for the phone I don't want to be alone Gotta get some friends here tonight I got a basement full of booze and some blues to lose I'll ignore the whole world tonight It'll be alright