the stumble of shame

when the world seems so small
that all your problems feel so big
the line becomes fine inbetween
the life you want and the one that you live.
 
So i drink my drinks
and try to close my eyes,
order another round of
"another for what i love, a couple more for what i despise."
 
Cause' i've got a ton of beds to make
so I can stop lying in my own
to prove that mine was made for you
or that i deserve to sleep alone...
and this bedroom
looks more empty than i've ever seen it before
my thoughts speak only to themselves
and to the loose floor boards.
 
when i drink, i drink alone
when i think, i think alone
when i try and do both  
i stumble home...
i'm stumbling home...