On The House

On The House
No more talking with my self
Two way conversations with nobody else
Take another sip take another hit
It’s all one me...
They’re all on me
Wait in line to see the show
Bought the ticket but I don't think I'm gonna go
My body’s tugging on my soul
To take me from this place before I turn too cold
Oh it’s always got me feeling a little cold
It’s always a good time with my friends
Everyone knows the good time has to end
throw all my problems out the door
Because I don't need them anymore
Oh but in the morning I just pick them off the floor
it always leaves me feeling so empty
Every time I go on down a peace of me stays blue
You drink from the bottle’s lips and the bottle it drinks from you
We all share great demise when we’re suffocating pride
Won’t you suffocate with me
have yourself another drink