Asleep behind the wheel, I’m at this once again.
Thought I was giving it up for good this time.
I sold off my will to live when I bought my friends,
Again I was too delusional to see all the signs.
Listening to ‘Interstate Love Song’ on repeat,
I think we share a lot of the same evils tonight.
Reaching what I thought was the top was no small feat,
But it’s harder to hit rock bottom and still fight.
Every yesterday was once a tomorrow that failed,
For some reason probably all within my control.
I know that southern train has already set sail,
While I’m gluing together the remnants of my soul.
It’s been two long years and before that five more,
Since I relapsed into this stumbling, shaking mess.
The road was never smooth so I decided on a detour,
Where I picked up more demons than I will confess.
Looking in the rearview mirror I can only think,
Has the been trip worth it or is it all for nothing?
Promises of what I seemed to be all down the sink,
A trunk of baggage was all I could stand to bring.
I divulged my dark secrets to an unsuspecting few,
My fate lies within their ability not to tell.
I’m hiding in the back seat confused by the truth,
Crying for help without dragging them into my hell.
Drowning your existence the only way I know how.
My weaknesses fit inside of this one ounce glass,
My only strength can’t remember my name right now.
These withdrawls and the suffering will both pass.
Three minutes of honesty as I slip from lucidity,
Not like anybody is close enough to pay attention.
Strange eyes blatantly judging me in the vicinity,
I will stagger back to the car without a mention.
Gonna strap myself in for one last hell of a ride,
Tonight breathing is the hardest thing to do.
White knuckles, windows down, death be on my side,
Like that old saying there’s nothing left to lose.
You can follow some men home by their track marks,
Others will never let you know where they’ve been.
There is a journey for which I’m about to embark,
And it’s one of those fairytales with no happy end.