Sixteen Hours

The Lawrence Arms

So, I think I know what I'll be doing today

Passing thoughts of exercise while I laugh in the face of good health

Stakes get raised, harder to wake every day

Embarrassment fuels redemption, the solution is the same

Sucking hard on the death, suck life out of me

Water insides with dehydrants

A black lung

An ignition key

Another night accelerates to stop and stay the same

Another sixteen hours down the drain

Waking up, coughing up hardened throats and blackened lungs

It's easy to stop stopping any time you want

Growing pains from growing old

Fingertips burn from the cold

Blood and oxygen

Another evening killing friends

Will I wake up tomorrow?

Will it be another replay of today?

(And what did you expect?)

Down the drain and out the door…

When too much begs for more