Drink 'Til I'm Pretty

Neighbors heard mama yell When dad took off the belt The good Lord will walk with me through the valley Oh now, look what you've done Now you get another one Momma got two for begging heaven For all my promises of running away and easier days Shouldn't I have ended somewhere better than this Old habits, you die hard And dreams, young And nothing changes but my face So I drink 'til I'm pretty far down 'Til the stars in the sky Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs Against that saddle on the bottle Every day of 20-whatever Feels like it's pointing me backwards Shoving me back in the box of where I came I can't breathe and I can't float Got nothing that tastes of hope And I can fault a tree just for its shade So I drink 'til I'm pretty far down 'Til the stars in the sky Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs Against that saddle on the bottle Of course there's other towns and cheap hair dyes First impressions before they're wise To that dark pit you pray would disappear Ah, but wishing is what wishing does This shit is what it always was And the dollar store always needs cashiers So I drink 'til I'm pretty 'Til the stars in the sky Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs Against that saddle on the bottle