As I watch the sun sink into the darkness of the night
I clutch a little closer
the bottle of Jim Beam to my side
Even though I know that all the booze only empties me inside
I'd rather be a shell of something than face what is my life
Although it burns my throat
and tangles up my life
I must take a drink
so not to think
of the disappointment thats my life
I can't explain it and even though I hate it deep inside
I can't help but think if I take a drink
I can face this thing called life