I'm walking down in the basement I'm leaning on the washing machine I'm reaching back through a hole in the wall's insulation I'm pulling out a bottle of vodka Replacing that with a pint of Jim Bean I'm lying down on the floor until I feel better
It's morning and I pour myself coffee I drink it til the kitchen stops shaking I'm backing out of the driveway
And the loving spirit that follows me Watching helplessly, will always forgive me
With my sympathy beside me I want to bring down all those demons who drank with me Feasting bleed through me
I hide all the bottles in places They find and confront me with pain in their eyes And I promise that I'll make some changes
But reaching back it occurs to me There will always be some kind of crisis for me
With my sympathy beside me I want to bring back all those moments they stole from me
With my memories inside me When I could say people had faith in me I still see that guy in my memory
With my sympathy beside me I want to bring down all those people who drank with me