Shoddy Workmanship

My face is red from standing with it crushed against a glass wall I made myself
And the fingerprints are all that’s left of the hands
That were reaching in to wrap around my neck again
Now the only memories I have of you waiting to save the ones you love
To break your friend, save your face
Can you hear me breathe? Can you hear me breathe?
Sunday: I know you’re sleeping, I know I said I wouldn’t drink
But someone mentioned that an ounce of wine would absolve me of all my sins
So I took a shot for Mary, and I took two for your son
I had a few for my own self pity and I felt innocent again
And now it’s 4am Monday morning, I just missed my last drink, and my hands are
shaking
Can you hear me breathe? Can you hear me breathe? Can you hear me breathe?
And don’t take me at the word, it’s just the state I’m in
I’m drunk and I am worn out, and these sleepless nights are beating me
It’s the irony, it’s the self defeat of giving up the crutch
It’s like a grudge you’ll be forgiven, but right now I need another one
So things have to change, my brother are you ok?
Things just have to change, my brother are you ok?