Another swig of the bottle, a shot and a line
Flirting with death so I can feel alive
Never picking my battles, making excuses to fight
Hanging from threads while I'm playing with knives
Keys meet my face til I lose track of time
I still go to work, I'm doing just fine
I handle myself and my tolerance is high
I'm not in your business stay the fuck outta mine
The writing's on the wall, but I keep pushing my luck
Forever falling back into this hole I dug (x2)
One more swig of the bottle, a shot and a line
After this one I'll quit so I can save my life
I'm done fighting this battle, one final good time
Maybe this will bring me to the peace I can't find
The writing's on the wall, but I keep pushing my luck
Forever falling back into this hole I dug (x2)
I've found comfort in this life of sin
I've made a lot of regrets but I'd do em all again