The medicine cabinet's empty, there's nothing for my head.
Inside I'm made of concrete, my eyelids feel like lead.
I'm feeling for a pulse, but it's no use.
My head was screwed on tight now it's coming loose.
And I've been to the bottom of a bottle or two;
that s*** just kept me down.
I'm sick of short cuts leave me on the ground.
Inside I'm made of concrete, my eyelids feel like lead.
I'm feeling for a pulse, but it's no use.
My head was screwed on tight now it's coming loose.
And I've been to the bottom of a bottle or two;
that s*** just kept me down.
I'm sick of short cuts leave me on the ground.