The doctor asked me if I've been drinking heavily
I told him "only once or twice a week"
Maybe he'd give more of a shit
If he saw the sorry that I get in
But he doesn't have to put up with me
Like you do, I'm sorry
I'm heading for my curtain call
And all of my cards I've used them all
And there's no use for complaining
About the shit hand I was dealt
Dodging the reality
That I do this to myself
I know it's getting old
It's no surprise that ever time I freak out
Is after a night of indulging of being a bin
I'm being a bin
Why am I surprised I freak out
Over my twitching hands
Yet I do it again, yet I do it again
It's no wonder why I feel like shit yeah
I'm heading for my curtain call
And all of my cards I've used them all
And there's no use for complaining
About the shit hand I was dealt
Dodging the reality
That I do this to myself
I know it's getting old
It's getting old
I can't persist
I'm getting old
I should be much better than this
I'm undersold
I can't resist
Imploding
I could be much better than this
I'm heading for my curtain call
And all of my cards I've used them all
And there's no use for complaining
About the shit hand I was dealt
Dodging the reality
That I do this to myself
I know it's getting old