Whiskey Glass

Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Shit don't ever really feel exciting
Demons come around like I invite them
I cant choose
They win they lose
Whiskey glass on my nightstand
Demons come around and we be fightin
Sometimes I lose
Sometimes I lose
Whiskey bottle in my right hand
The fire in my brain get to igniting
Sometimes I lose
Sometimes I lose
I aint feelin good yeah i can admit it
Since
Fuck guess its been a minute
Might jus start a fight for the fun of it
Or
Go and die for the fun of it
These demons that inside I been runnin with
Been takin up my time its a son of bitch
I
Get drunk yeah so what of it
My liver that's inside know it runnin thin
I
Could quit
Aint really a problem be a problem inna bit
I
Jus sip
Cuz everything I'm goin through jus really isn't it
Whiskey glass on my nightstand
Demons come around and we be fightin
Sometimes I lose
Sometimes I lose
Whiskey bottle in my right hand
The fire in my brain get to igniting
Sometimes I lose
Sometimes I lose
I lose