Pour me, pour me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me
Like no other
One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home
Truth is, I don't really have a place to go
So pour me, pour me, pour me another
I wake up right about the mid-afternoon
With the sun in the sky but nights coming soon
I walk to the mirror just to fix myself
Yeah life gets harder when you love nothing else
So I pick my pills from the counter drawer
Pick my self-esteem up off the fucking floor
I guess I'm a man of no recourse
As I crack another bottle, got no remorse
And I'll say a little prayer for the child in me
I swear I used to be what I truly believe
That I'm not just a man with these broken dreams
Even I could go to heaven
If I'm part deceased
So
Pour me, pour me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me
Like no other
One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home
Truth is, I don't really have a place to go
So pour me, pour me, pour me another
People get sick when they watch you bleed
When you fell from the top, boy you better believe
At the bottom, they got just, yeah, just what you need
Well at the bottom, you can't swim 'cause you drank up the sea
Then we stop and we look up to the sky
They don't ask any questions, they ask us why?
Don't have any answers, don't know what to say
Our knees are getting tired
Too tired to pray
That's when we laid down the end of the road
We all seem to walk and I guess walking alone
And I'm not just a man with these broken dreams
Even I could go to heaven
If I'm part deceased
Pour me, pour me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me
Like no other
One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home
Truth is, I don't really have a place to go
So pour me, pour me, pour me another
Time just seems to go on and on
On and on
And on and on
Life inside a bottle all alone
All alone
The bottles gone
I'm not just a man with these broken dreams
Even I could go to heaven
If I'm part deceased
Whats life inside a bottle if it's cold?
One more song and I'm finally free
I'll meet you here in heaven, between the sea
'Cause I'm not just a man with these broken dreams
Even I could go to heaven
If I'm part deceased
So
Pour me, pour me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me
Like no other
One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home
Truth is, I don't really have a place to go
So pour me, pour me, pour me another
Pour me, pour me, pour me, pour me
Pour me another
Pour me, pour me, pour me, pour me
Pour me another
