You turn to a bottle to cure your ills
Then you graduate to a bottle of pills
Spend every waking minute sleeping in
You’re crawling out of your skin
But let’s get wrecked
The face of a junkie, the mean of a drunk
Smell like a zombie, can’t get it up
You didn’t see the cameras when you fell
And you look like hell
But let’s get wrecked
We’re not going to be here long
You don’t really care where it went wrong
After the attention’s come and gone
You’re faking your prescriptions till the dawn
Used to be you’d love me all night long
Used to blame myself for what you’d done
Nothing left but empties and a gun
You’re not going to be here long
But let’s get wrecked