Alcoholocaust

I've spent my life trying to come to terms

With the selfish fact that I don't love you back

I'll use my life to find peace and hope

And the weathering fall is just a bump in the road

I'll let the telephone ring

I'm too busy cleaning up the block

I'll cling onto sobriety

I'll let my instincts leave

I'm too ready to bust open the lock and unleash my pity

I can't hold on to an excuse that holds so dear to you

I'll swallow my pride and know what it means to lose

Feeding the last bit of emotion

I have left into truth

Is this all I can do?

Every winning hand can lose, if you fold in the play-through

Who you used to be is not who you are today

You can scratch out every name

And find out that you are able

To still refuse of what you have to say

Your opportunity for an exit presenting itself in the form of forgiveness

Saying sorry over and over to the one who pulled the trigger

I gave you security

You wanted excitement

Who you used to be is not who you are today

You said your scars took away from your beauty

Those scars added to your character

Further proof of growth

And that's beautiful to me

Every winning hand can lose, if you fold in the play-through

Who you used to be is not who you are today

You can scratch out every name

And find out that you are able

To still refuse of what you have to say

Love is not a threat, sometimes it compliment

It just depends where you are and who you're with

Death is not an exit, life's not repetition

Keep your soul clean of your past oppression

I've spent my life trying to come to terms

With the selfish fact that I don't love you back

I'll use my life to find peace and hope

And the weathering fall is just a bump in the road

I've spent my life trying to come to terms

With the selfish fact that I don't love you back

I'll use my life to find peace and hope

And the weathering fall is just a bump in the road