Canned Food and Shotguns

It doesn’t get any better than this
Living like a dickhead, being an embarrassment.
Tequila, vodka, pils and red wine
Oh, it’s so on tonight.
Just me and eleven guys, in a room.
It doesn’t get any better than this
and you sound so convincing.
You could talk me into anything you want.
I’ll leave sick all over your car
and a black mark on your heart forever.
I thought I’d love the pain,
but drive those nails in,
And oh god I wish I was sober again.
With teeth in my skin
I’d say anything,
I just want to be happy again.
And in a flash of brilliant light
I am running back to you.
More and more so each day
I’m entirely in debt to you.