A shot of whiskey down your throat
And here you read the words i wrote
To see the pain the sorrow the stress,
And everyone says it leads to success
But now you can see
That I'll soon be free
The blood flows fast my life in the past
As i hear a siren i slightly cringe
For pain and sorrow is my personal binge
I wake up again in a hospital room
I'm not dead i sadly assume
So again tomorrow I'll start over
With the singular hope of the ambulance to go slower
