Way Out

How long til you're checked out?
Six or so deep in an hour fifteen
It's getting late, can we go now?
Brown papers bags and a night that I know you'll forget

Watch it all fade
Wait till' the morning
Fractured bones
Set fire to the throne
The life that I want
I had it last night

It's over now
I'm sober now

You don't speak like you used to
12:51 and you're already gone
I reflect you
Calling in sick from the demons inherited, again

Comfort in retreat
It's over, feels cheap
A season of hiding
Lost the footing, fell beneath

Take your lies
About how you're fine
And I'll compare them to mine

Got to find a way out