We checked in at ten o'clock

A hotel bar and whiskey shots

You told me 'bout your drug habit

And the year the fire went out

I said I sing songs about nothing

And a chorus line of bathtub gin

Wish that I could be the one

Whose music could inspire

Why are you here all alone on stupid earth?

Why don't you sing the song if you know all the words?

All my favorite writers were drunks who frequent bars

And all my favorite songs start out on old beat up guitars

All my favorite nights started with whiskey from a well

And I really think you're pretty cool but you're not worth top shelf

I fell out at twenty-one

The year that I gave up on love

I still believe that it exists

Just not for everyone

And I learned to keep myself separate

And leave bad thoughts inside my head

But never trust a man who says

He ain't got no regrets

Why am I still here alone on stupid earth?

Why don't I fix the breach if I know what will work?

All my favorite writers were drunks who frequent bars

And all my favorite songs start out on old beat up guitars

All my favorite nights started with whiskey from a well

And I really think you're pretty cool but you're not worth top shelf

Coming home real late from our last show

And I know exactly what a hard right turn will do

I was twenty-two when I wrote my last lines

And everything since then has been a lie

I was told I was a poet but the ink has run out

I have no words of wisdom of what to do now

Except everybody dies an old man full of regret

Except the ones who go young in fiery auto wrecks

All my favorite writers were drunks who died too young

And all my favorite songs come from all my friends at rock bottom

All my favorite nights started with whiskey from a well

And I really think you're pretty cool but you're not worth top shelf