Own Demise/Only Friend

Own Demise/Only Friend

Can't seem to take a closer look
I think my mirror's broke
Or do I really look so dead
from all the booze and smoke?

Can't even wax poetic now
because I lost my license
My world was once so beautiful
but now it's dull and lifeless

I keep myself on house arrest
and spend my days in bed
Abandoned all my hopes and dreams
and all my friends are dead

And at some point my favorite tool
decided it would quit
And after trying everything
it still won't work for shit

At twenty-three, I'm wondering
how shit got out of hand
How did I turn into a worm?
I'm supposed to be a man

My face looks weary, broken down
my hair is getting thin
Inside a battle rages on
that I can never win

I take a couple baby steps
and fall flat on my face
My own demise, my only friend
and bitter is the taste