my slow descent into alcoholism went to my head,
where I really need it,
with the views that remain untreated.
I say my, my, my,
my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this.
Salvation holdout central.
I say my ever-loosening grip on the commonest courtesies slipped,
from my hands when I really need her,
when I need change for the parking meters.
I said my, my, my,
my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this.
Salvation holdout central.