Some say death is the easy way, and I think they're right
'Cause nights tick by like a long week, except when you stop by
And I know that tryin' gets nothing done, and I see you're about dry
'Cause nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you die
And alcohol, it only makes you tired
But seein' you feel good, and it's always understood
That anything much sweeter would make me die
Take some time rolling it back the line
And time goes all night
Some say death is the easy way, and I know they're right
'Cause nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you die
And alcohol, it only makes you tired
But seein' you feel good, and it's always understood
That anything much sweeter would make me die