More Tequila Less Joe

Well I'm staring at a blank page

And I don't like writing anymore

The self appointed martyr, he will die

Before he knows what he's even dying for

Well I'm drinking from my father's flask

And there's something burning on my lips

This shit tastes just like medicine

But I'll take it for what it is

Well I've seen my future self in stranger's eyes

It's strange knowing how you will die

I'm sick of the voices and headaches

Of forced attempts of conversation radiate

A wallet hidden under a cross

Similarities too forward and obvious to think much on

Something's pulling me in again

And I think I'm losing my mind

Something's swimming in my bloodstream

Forcing back the words you said to me

Something's swimming in my bloodstream

Forcing back the words you said to me

Now the doctor, yes, he had to notice

That she was all alone staring at her wedding ring

On the day that her son had to leave her womb

Just like his father he knew how he'd deal with things

On the day he left her womb tears filled her eyes

Because her son refused to cry

You're swimming in my bloodstream

You're swimming in my bloodstream

You're swimming in my bloodstream

You're swimming in my bloodstream

I'm like you

I'm like you

I'm like you

I'm like you