Heirloom

The decline is getting steeper The bottle is looking better Compounded by all the pressure I sit here, I wonder Is this how it's meant to be? Is this how it's meant to be? All of the things that you told me Fly around in my head It gets easier they tell me I can't see that happening The doubt creeps in Solemn and cold One thought burns in my mind Will I even grow old? Will I even grow old? Will the frail bark on the family tree Be stripped away and plague me? Will the chemicals realign themselves And turn me into a shell of my former self? I know that I need to heal myself The only way I know how I will heal myself I need to mend And I'll numb the pain again The only way I know I just need this pain to end Although I feel the shiver run down my spine Your absence struck me harder than I thought it ever would The only way that I deal The only way I cope Is when I feel this liquor Burn down my fucking throat The only way that I deal The only way I cope Is when I feel this liquor Burn down my fucking throat You want me to carry on To go out and make you proud But the honest answer is I don't know how