Confession

I call it a phase, I call it a phase

The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain

I call it a phase, I call it a phase

When no one's looking

I'm taking all I can

I kiss the bottle until I can't stand

I wake up grieving

By noon I won't care

I count the minutes 'till I start again

Oh what have I become?

How have I come undone?

What feels the hollow?

This is the vein of money

So hard to swallow

The facts I need to be free

I call it a phase, I call it a phase

The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain

I call it a phase, I call it a phase

Unturned to toll in and now I'm in to sing

I'm in control, I'm in for a drink

My compass spinning

I've been making mistakes

You can not hurt when you can not feel a thing

Oh what have I become?

I have come undone

What feels the hollow?

This is the vein of money

So hard to swallow

The facts I need to be free

What feels the hollow?

This is the vein of money

(I call it a phase, I call it a phase)

I think it's killing me

The patches hurt me

I won't remember a thing

I trade in, I can force some empathy

I wake up grieving

By noon I won't care

I count the minutes 'till I start again

Oh what have I become?

What feels the hollow?

This is the vein of money

So hard to swallow

The facts I need to be free

(I call it a phase, I call it a phase)

What feels the hollow?

(The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain)

This is the vein of money

(I call it a phase, I call it a phase)

So hard to swallow

(The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain)

The facts I need to be free