Stagger Lyrics

She steps to the left, I step to the right

Our shared bed buried in sheets of ice

With our roots on display, and mental distortions

Our deceit betrayed by facial contortions

You declared the end, to my disappointment, my anger

Confusion, clouded mind I hadn't finished thanking

For pulling that sharp dagger out of my back

When you drove it through my heart in second attack

Staggering braggart tripping on my platter

Once again stubborn, unwilling to chatter

The best I've been on the best of days

Is when I never looked back, I just stumbled away

Holding that thought, holding my head

Holding an empty bottle of wasted bread

It wasn't that bad, I'm not mad, that I fell

I was knocked down but still happy as hell

Oh well

Here we go

My drunken heart, bitter as rust, in reckless condition

Beer brewed on site, drinking bottles of ambition

My personal dive, draped in sorrow, dimly lit

Emboldened and drunk and in no way ready to quit

Drinking memories, conjuring ghosts, cherishing circles

Half pickled gasps, surly laughs, and crass gurgles

I'm building and bottling on a mysterious trip

With more pints to pour and double scoops in each sip

Staggering braggart tripping on my platter

Once again stubborn, unwilling to chatter

The best I've been on the best of days

Is when I never looked back, I just stumbled away

Holding my thoughts, holding my head

And holding an empty bottle of wasted bread

It wasn't that bad, I'm not mad, that I fell

I was knocked down, but still happy as hell

Oh well

Tasting the ash, chasing the blood

Till the booze stops working again

My silhouette sulks, from weight on my soul

And the numb now my only friend

Why try to raise up when I know I'll decline

From these relentless punishing blows?

Weakening resolve is just the clogging of the mind

So that's where the whiskey goes

Staggering braggart tripping on my platter

Once again stubborn, unwilling to chatter

The best I've been on the best of the days

Is when I never looked back, I just stumbled away

Holding a thought, holding my head

Holding an empty bottle of wasted bread

It wasn't that bad, I'm not mad, that I fell

I was knocked down but still happy as hell

Oh well

Oh well