Whiskey

I spent all my money on stupid rent, spent all my time in my stupid head

I can never seem to find my way when I get down, well once I get down

I’ll just hang around with me myself and I

Although they’re right three’s a crowd I find

Oh and all we ever do is fight, and she’s so loud

I sometimes worry ‘bout my mind, leaving it too long, won’t let it run off

I occasionally numb my mind

but it makes it worse, and releases her

So I won’t drink whiskey, on a lonely afternoon

And I wont be off my head each night, staying out till 2