How Low

Now I wake up around four or five
Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time
Take my vitamins, check my messages
And call around to some friends
Make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9

We're definitely going to call it in early tonight
I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind
But before you know it here I am again
Fucking 2: 00 in the morning
Standing in a bar, with a drink in hand

How low
Can you go?
Before you can't turn around?

Now seriously, this is my last and final time
Well, I'm making some big, big changes in my life
No, you won't catch me down here again
Waiting to score sweaty money palmed in my hand
What are you cutting this with, anyway?

Cause I have got some really big plans
And today's the day I'm putting them into action
But before you know it, here I am again
Fucking 6: 00 in the morning
Rolled up dollar bill in my hand

How low
Can you go?
Before you can't turn around?

I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind
Sick of doing the same things most nights after night
Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion
Self-destructive narcissism
I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of

I don't know who I can trust
Thought there was us
But no, there is no one



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Writer(s): THOMAS GABEL
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