Testo The Kitchen Floor

wasted, passed out on the kitchen flooranother week gone by and i haven't been dreamingblacked out and i can't remember exactly what i did last nighti hear stories in the morning and i know that i'm out of controlbecause wheni drink nothing ever matters, i missed the sunrise, could barely open my eyesnow i've got to pull myself togetherright now this town really fucking tears me downsomeday it will drown me in the riveri've got to learn to put the liquor on the shelf or i might end up drowning myself.