Alcoa Second Untitled
So it's the last time, I f..cking swear it
No matter how many times I'm gonna have to say it before it's the truth
Before it's the truth, ‘cause I have to
‘Cause the ink from my pen, oh, it dries permanent, and it makes it harder to forget
And I've been waiting for the weekend so I can feel good about my drinking
Try not to lie; try not to lie, at least not when I write
‘Cause the ink in my skin, your word is ever there
It's a broken promise to never drink again
‘Cause I kicked the habit of being abstinent and I fought off years of each cigarette
