Hitting Bottom

I'm swimming in a Smirnoff sea,
my friends are going to leave me be.
My deepest sorrows all escape me,
and I'm drowning in a Smirnoff sea.

It's getting colder,
all alone.
Nobody here,
an empty home.
I feel it prickling the back of my throat,
feel it chill me as I choke.

I'm hitting bottom, here, tonight,
and not a soul will see my plight.
Not one friend shall see me fight,
not a loved one to tell me I'll be alright.

I'm bathing in a Smirnoff pool,
feeling rather like a fool.
Remembering days when drinking was cool,
whilst I bathe in my Smirnoff pool.

I'm warming up now,
passing out.
Speaking the words,
that I want to shout.
I feel the sensation leave my skin,
I pray for a brand new day to begin.

I've hit the bottom, once and for all,
and there's not a single friend to call.
There is no farther left to fall,
All is done, and I've done all.