Few More

I get outta bed on the wrong side every single day And stuck in here for a long time still, got nothing good to say Down on the corner I'm drinkin', up in the room getting' high By the time I get to thinkin's 'bout the time another bottle goes dry Can't count the times that I've made a mistake But I can count the empty bottles on the floor There's one for everytime that I've broken down And the only thing I know for sure There's prob'ly gonna be a few more I'm on Main Street in Anytown, could be anywhere Wasted and gone but I don't really care Can't say what the place looks like anyway Hard to see it in the light of day Wake up with whiskey in my hand Feel like a bruised and broken man Don't expect you to understand Hell, I don't expect you to try Chorus Your whole life you had an alibi, so no one knows your shame They don't care what you did for him, they don't even know your name Doin' everything for your own sake, that's the way it's always been You can dig yourself out of this rut or you can just dig deeper in Chorus