8 AM's victims scream at 8 PM's demons For choosing reckless and without a care Although I'm sweating I'm starting to shiver While I'm building this cross I bear Some day I'll stop, I'm sure of that But I'll do it at my own pace They say to rethink your fourth drink So I add a little more vodka in case In a rare moment of lucidity I realize what I will be If I go on like this In seven years Probably dead I don't need help, I need whiskey I don't need friends I need booze I say I'm just a little but tipsy Before I throw up and think How is this the life I choose