Every time I have a drink I think
Why the fuck did I ever stop?
I can get through today if I must
But I'd much rather not
The fireplace is full of coal
The windowsill is growing mould
And this seems fine
I don't think you'll cry
I'm not convinced you'll notice
I always thought I'd die violently
Not age or bad health
I think I'll end up being shot
By someone or myself
And everything is burnt
And you won't notice the words
I don't think you'll cry
I'm not convinced you'll notice
