Sixteen Hours

So, I think I know what I'll be doing today Vague thoughts of exercise while I laugh in the face of good health Stakes get raised, harder to wake up every day Embarrassment fuels redemption, the solution is the same Sucking hard on the death, sucking life out of me Water insides with dehydrants, a black lung, an ignition key Another night accelerates to stop and stay the same Another 16 hours down the drain Waking up, coughing up, hardened throats and blackened lungs It's easy to stop stopping anytime you want Growing pains from growing old, fingertips burn from the cold Blood and oxygen, another evening killing friends Will I wake up tomorrow? Will it be another replay of today? Down the drain and out the door When too much begs for more