The Tired Old Whore's Bedside Book

I find myself defeated on a barstool
Cheap whiskey tastes like piss when you're drinking all alone
December's finally ending hallelujah
Maybe another year will bring my guts back to the fold
You never know

But oh how I remember every face down fucked up morning ever spent
The fleeting sickly smile and a sour sobbing mouthful of regret

I stumble down the sidewalks after last call
I drag my eyes through ditches so I can search for shallow graves
The bitter wind hits harder on the walk home
Maybe sometime next year she'll be my shelter from the cold
You never know

But oh how I remember every face down fucked up morning ever spent
The fleeting sickly smile and a sour sobbing mouthful of regret
Put them behind me now singing happily that I'm not dying yet

Still sailing by demons
I'm leaving here forever
I gave up on grieving
I'm leaving here forever

But oh how I remember every face down fucked up morning ever spent
The fleeting sickly smile and a sour sobbing mouthful of regret