So what, I'm drunk Analyzing Kerouac and Cormac for what? ♪ As sure as hell, I took my time Walking towards the setting sun The smell of cigarettes and wine Part of me will always find I never asked you anything I only assumed you understood I'm quiet sometimes I'm not sad, I'm quiet sometimes I'm quiet sometimes I'm not sad, I'm quiet sometimes ♪ Pallets, some matches, and wet wood Standing over miles of I guess I should You're the only thing I completely understood I won't admit it, enough explaining Just get on with it, I'm a piece of shit So I swallow slowly The pain that comes along with it I won't admit it, enough explaining Just get on with it, I'm a piece of shit So I swallow slowly The pain that comes along with it ♪ So what, I'm drunk