Hit the wall I'm coming with a fever Dropped the ball I didn't think I'd see her And now I'm running round, looking for another town Bartender broke my fucking leaver And now I'm back to living with my parents Its kinda cool I never have to pay rent But I think about you, think about you all the time Guess I'm gonna have to finally face it I'm an alca-alca, alcoholic Broken heart don't hurt, already got it And when I think about you, think about you all the time But you never, never let me finish Coked out and talking like a tweaker Short straw and staring in a mirror And I tell myself, I tell you everything is fine Sore throat and just a little fever And now I'm driving drunk and double vision Thinking that I'm punk and on a mission When I figure out, I figure out my fucking life Red lights and full head on collision I'm an alca-alca, alcoholic Broken heart don't hurt, already got it And when I think about you, think about you all the time Guess I'm gonna have to finally face it That I'm an alca-alca, alcoholic Broken heart don't hurt, already got it And when I think about you, think about you all the time Guess I'm gonna have to finally face it