Sixteen Hours

So, I think I know what I'll be doing today

Vague thoughts of exercise while I laugh in the face of good health

Stakes get raised, harder to wake up every day

Embarrassment fuels redemption, the solution is the same

Sucking hard on the death, sucking life out of me

Water insides with dehydrants, a black lung, an ignition key

Another night accelerates to stop and stay the same

Another 16 hours down the drain

Waking up, coughing up, hardened throats and blackened lungs

It's easy to stop stopping anytime you want

Growing pains from growing old, fingertips burn from the cold

Blood and oxygen, another evening killing friends

Will I wake up tomorrow?

Will it be another replay of today?

Down the drain and out the door

When too much begs for more