I'm thinking of quitting drinking again I know I've said that a couple times
And I'm always changing my mind...Well I guess I am

But there's this burn in my stomach and there's this pain in my side
And when I kneel at the toilet and the morning's clean light
Pours in through the window - sometimes I pray I don't die
I'm a goddamn hypocrite

But the night rolls around and it all starts making sense
There is no right way or wrong... well you just have to live
And so I do what I do and at least I exist
What could mean more than this?
What would mean more?
Mean more?