Randy, I Am The Liquor

Drunk in my room, alone again For the second night this week I call my friends Ask if they could come over But they've got plans They try to invite me But it's not that exciting Plus this bottle's in my hand So I just let 'em go Why can't I let it go? Fuck it I'm letting go You, can you hear me? (I don't think they know) Go numb and lose the feeling Fucked up, I'm letting go I don't think that I have the willpower To do deal with my own life When everything is going sour Only getting out To go to work or liquor stores I can't take this spout So I destroy my liver more Fuck this, just let it go Drunk in my room, alone again For the third night this week Call my friends, they don't care Drunk in my room, alone again For the fourth night this week Call my friends, they don't care Fuck it, I'm letting go Fuck it, I'm letting go Fuck this, I'm letting go