I Love the Liquor More
I Love the Liquor More
My decor, is empty walls, a tv, and one reclining chair
The front doors, like a gate to hell, where mem’ries, lie heavy in…the air
Each window leaks a breath of hope, but the smokes, got me falling down.. the stairs
Is there a message, in those twelve steps, I don’t know, but you can bet that I don’t care…
I love the liquor more
More than I ever loved, myself
Sold my soul at the crossroads, three years
Past the age of twelve
The consequence is dying
But somehow, it seems the only cure
I’m looking up at rock bottom…I guess
I love the liquor more
Depressions not set in, truth is, it’s reality, I hate…
Some blame the whiskey, but me, I know it’s fate
Been high for so long now, sobriety is too much of, a chore…
Think I’ll try to find redemption, but I’m afraid…
I love the liquor more
I love the liquor more
More than I ever loved myself
Sold my soul at the crossroads, three years
Past the age of twelve
The consequence is dying
But somehow, it seems the only cure
I’m looking up at rock bottom, I guess
I love the liquor more
Maybe I can find redemption
Start a new life
Turn every wrong into a right
I’ll try…..
My hands shook at Sunday service, till I, found respite in the wine
The seeds of the sermon, planted doubt, fueling helplessness inside
So I reach under my chair, pulled out my .44
The barrel tastes like powder, like those hundred times before…..and once more
I loved the liquor more
More than I ever loved myself
Sold my soul at the crossroads, thee years
Past the age of twelve
If the consequence is dying
I’m still waiting for the cure……
I’m looking up at rock bottom
Guess I…..love the liquor more
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