[bad word] :
Poor me, poor me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me like no other
One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home [bad word] is I don't really have a place to go
So poor me, poor me, pour me another

I wake up right about the mid afternoon
With the sun and the sky but [bad word] soon
And I walk to the mirror just to fix myself
Yeah, life gets harder when you love nothing else
So I pick my pills from the counter draw
Pick myself as steam above the [bad word]  floor
I guess I'm a man of no record
Since I crack another bottle
Got no room more
Say a little prayer for the child in me
I swear I use to be when I [bad word] believe
That I'm not just a man with these broken dreams
And even I can go to heaven if I'm part deceased, so
 [bad word] 

People get sick and they watch you bleed
When you throw it from the dark, boy, you better believe
At the bottom, [bad word]  just yeah just what you need
But at the bottom you can swim 'cause you drank up the sea
When we stop then we look up to the sky
They don't ask any questions, they ask us why
Don't have any answers, don't know what to say
I'm used to getting tired to tire to pray
That's when we laid down end of the road
We all seem wacky, guess I walked it alone
And now I'm just a man with these broken dreams
Even I can go to heaven if I'm part deceased, so
 [bad word] 

Time just seems to go on and on, on and on, and on and on
Life inside a bottle, all alone, all alone, the bottle's gone
I just a man with these broken dreams
Even I can go to heaven if I'm part deceased
What's life inside a bottle if it's gone
One more song and I'm finally free
I met you here in heaven between the sea
'Cause I'm not just a man with these broken dreams
Even I can go to heaven if I'm part deceased, so
 [bad word] 

[Hook]:
Poor me, poor me, poor me, poor me, pour me another
Poor me, poor me, poor me, poor me, pour me another