Drinking Glass Self

Drift off the barstool and head for the door
Fade out on your face and fade in facedown on the floor
I'm sleeping you off tonight
And waking up alone

Pull back the covers and wince as the sun
Burns a hole through my brain and pours smoke in my lungs
I'm coughing you up today
And leaving on my own

This is no kind of life for what's left of my liver
No way to treat what's left of my friends
I'm getting better at being less bitter
Now I'm just selfish and lonely instead
It's the closest I'll come to progress

Now you hate my guts and my guts hate me
For the poisons I pour into my body
And the way that I spilled them at your party
From my mouth to your couch
With my heart on my sleeve
And the rest of my insides
All over me and you
I only did what my body told me to do

This is no kind of life for what's left of my liver
No way to treat what's left of my friends
I'm getting better at being less bitter
Now I'm just selfish and lonely instead
It's the closest I'll come to progress
It's the closest I'll come to progress
Well I guess you can call it success