I feel relief in the bottom of the bottle I find comfort in the inhale of the drag The music brings me to places I want to go Though unable to Who am I to ignore its sweet serenade?
Bible thumpers will say I'm no good Maybe they know they're right After all, who would love someone who refused love? No, fervently fought against it.
I never had a bad life Nor have anything to complain about I'm just human I desire to feel pleasure
So what if I find relief in the bottom of the bottles? So what if I find comfort in the inhales...