I'll Confess

OK, I give up
Yeah, I’ll confess
I’ve spent some nights at the bar when I really needed the rest
But it calms my nerves
Soothes my sins
It’s Stoli I’m drowning in
Help me with my therapy
Let’s keep the drinks coming
Get through the day knowing I crave the night life
But deep down I feel it’s getting old
Tired of being told what I had done
And deep down I feel it’s getting old
Clouded memories
Actions unclear
I drank more in the last 12 months than I have in the last 12 years
Oh liver, stick in there
Give up on me, you wouldn’t dare
Just be patient
I’ll find us some way out of here