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The things that kill me just keep me sane Call it "addiction" just to give it a name Bitch about money to a lonely star and I'll spend my last dollar at the local bar When I was sober, I wasn't myself I spent my time on the bottom shelf I'd get so drunk I'd have to crawl Back to your house to punch a whole in the wall You dotted my t's and crossed my i's You checked me in, waited for a sign You dotted my t's and crossed my i's You were the stars, just out of sight You were the words I couldn't write I was the pen and I was the might But I was the sun out drunk in the night You were my shambled legs Stuttering home You were my bedroom the Only comfort I'd ever known I'm not better and I'm not worse I'm just a bitter and poorly worded verse in a song that I can't sing Oh my god I think I'll never be happy again Letras de canciones Certain things run off your back Like whiskey to my rain jacket I was young but I was sure I longed so long to be pure I was naive and I was dumb Rock hard liver and a bright green thumb Now its almost over I'm tired of living everytime I'm sober. From Letras Mania