When you're all out of cash and all out of love
You're all out of beer, you're stoned and you're ******
And scared to be alone
You're scared to die alone
The TV is off, the late shows are on
You can't seem to sleep
You can't seem to talk
To your friends back home
You're scared to die alone
Let somebody else take your feet off the ground
If God’s so damn wise, why am I still around?
To choke on your sins, tasting bitterness
The voice in my head sings me to bed every night
I saw you down town
Your clothes were all ripped
You still look so good but your hair looked like ****
You're scared to be alone
So come back home
'Cause you think you're a dime, a seven at best
Do you still remember when I was around?
You're scared to be alone
I lost my way home
Let somebody else take your feet off the ground
If God’s so damn wise, why am I still around?
To choke on your sins, tasting bitterness
The voice in my head sings me to bed every night
(The voice inside my head lays me down to sleep)
Since I'm like a broken record in the dead of night
And when we're out of liquor
I wish you wouldn't tell me anything
Because I'm sick of hearing the same God damn thing
Let somebody else take your feet off the ground
If God’s so damn wise, why am I still around?
To choke on your sins, tasting bitterness
The voice in my head sings me to bed every night
