Welcome worn out
Always present always breathing
Down the back of my neck
The bottle, the doubt
The regret in the morning then it all starts again
Chewed up, spit out
You always walk around with your foot in your mouth
From iron to rust
Left out to the cold and it only gets worse because
You fucked everything up
We faced a rising tide
How could we let that slide
This weight lifts off my chest
But can you say the same for you
You don't know how it feels
To be broken down by your shit
I was not the first in line
And I am probably not the last