Lyrics

Dust in my house is piling up Spiders on my bed, i can't sleep I'm talking to bottles about love and hate Making bottle talk Down in your club, spending my dimes What a steal sucking down, my friend on tap I was looking for friendship But all i got is a headache Drunk in your club? could've seen it coming I wasn't looking for trouble but for a friend You let me in To feed my soul But now it's time You kick me out You're just living On people's pain It only numbs The pain remains Banned from your club But i'm feeling so free There's no solution In your house now i see