Washed Out

God damn — I think I’m stuck again
Last call, it’s time to sink or swim
Blacked out, I end up on my back
And I know that I should stop
Come on and cut me some slack
When will this end? But I try again
And say I’m good, yet it still feels like I’m failing
I know this isn’t fun, but I’m stuck in a rut
Of endless nights with friends who seem to forgive me
Knocked out by a bottle of spirit
I’ll be fine — just give me a minute
And I, I’m too old to live
I’m too young to die, too young to die
Another day and I still feel like shit
I need a pill, something to help me quick
'Cause all the things I did the night before
Have left me wanting nothing, yet somehow I do more
I walk the razors edge between my life and death
And every time’s the last I claim that I’m trying
Don’t let 'em see you sweat
Now let 'em feel the heat
I’m an animal and I can’t be caged
Knocked out by a bottle of spirit
I’ll be fine — just give me a minute
And I, I’m too old to live
I’m too young to die, too young to die
I’m too young to die