Who needs food to survive... I’ve decided

Weed and whiskeys gonna get me through

Hollow eyes I hate bein reminded

So I’ve sold all the mirrors to

Folks who still enjoy the view

Oh I’m

Doin fine without you

Work just called and I ain’t gotta work tomorrow

Or any day after that they’ll kick me out if i come back

But I don’t mind got bigger fish to fry

Like this ounce in my panty drawer or the fifth behind my bedroom door

Yeah I’m

Doin fine without you

Showed up buzzed to my best friends wedding

Somehow the story turned into me shit faced in my hooker shoes

Oh I can’t lie I blacked out that night

But it’s the thought that counts and I was there

Booze in my boot ready to share

Oh I’m

Doin fine without you

Hearts breaking on the daily like the sun breaks through the night sky

I’m doin fine

Mind folding into the constant high too numb to feel the world inside

Oh I’m

Doin fine without you