Firewater (Live)

Whiskey takes my pain away

But not for very long

More of a fuel to the flames

Feeds all of my wrongs

So pull one down and pour it up

'Cause I've ran out of give-a-fucks

And I don't know what else to do

And I don't want to drown my soul

And I won't lay my cards to fold

I just want the numbness to pull me through

And I'll wake in the morning and feel out my pain

Just like I know I should, keep trekkin' to my fate

But for the time being, just give me a night

Hand me one of those glasses and a cigarette light

Pull one down and pour it up

'Cause I've ran out of give-a-fucks

And I don't know what else to do

And I don't want to drown my soul

And I won't lay my cards to fold

I just want the numbness to pull me through

And I'll be fine, I'll give Heaven a hazy look

Ease my mind flippin' pages through the good book

So pull one down and pour it up

'Cause I've ran out of give-a-fucks

And I just need a different point of view

And I just want these clouds to fade

As I burn another cigarette away

I can't leave this numbness too soon