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I need a short drink or a long prayer I been sober but I don't care I'm so scared of my own self I get no help and that's no fair So don't go there, I been hell and back I got scorched hair in this Gucci cap I got empty bottles and a million follows I'll regret swallowing the Ativan Fuck it, let's be real I resent the way that I feel I pretend that it's cool but I miss getting drunk And I'm angry that God doesn't help when I kneel Fuck it, I said my prayers When I got clean, shit just got worse I quit doing drugs and I pleaded with Jesus to save me But he didn't hear my words This shit don't work, it hurts I went to church, now I need liquid courage Whiskey in my glass, I take the knives Out of my back to stir it Go to hell and back again Then show you burns to prove I earned it I need shots or God to gain the strength I need I'm just a person Letras de cancionesI've prayed on my way To the liquor store that they'd lock the door 'Cause I'll lay in my grave If the whiskey pours like it did before I'm scared, I send out a prayer Can anybody hear me, is anybody there 'Cause honestly it hurts, and every day is worse I keep buying whiskey when all I need is church I keep talking to God but he don't hear me And my demons are there always listening I get lost in the dark, drowning in whiskey And I went in so far you say you miss me I'm on a ship in a bottle so say goodbye at the shore Break the glass and you'll find me, I'm not who I was before Close my eyes in the darkness and hold onto the storm I'm a wreck in a bottle, I wasn't built for war Those church pews, bright lights Whiskey glasses, bottles of booze Make short days turn long nights The bottle, the bible, I didn't know what to choose I've prayed on my way To the liquor store that they'd lock the door 'Cause I'll lay in my grave If the whiskey pours like it did before I'm scared, I send out a prayer Can anybody hear me, is anybody there 'Cause honestly it hurts, and every day is worse I keep buying whiskey when all I need is church I can't read but the bible's still with me My eyes can't see from the bottles of whiskey I don't believe anybody will miss me And I'm on my knees, tell me, God, are you listening? I've prayed on my way To the liquor store that they'd lock the door 'Cause I'll lay in my grave If the whiskey pours like it did before I'm scared, I send out a prayer Can anybody hear me, is anybody there 'Cause honestly it hurts, and every day is worse I keep buying whiskey when all I need is church From Letras Mania