Can't Tell If I Drink

Can’t tell if I drink because she bitches, or if she bitches because I drink
Well the hardest parts are the hard times, but I hear that they dont last
The best of the free life is still yet to come, keep the past in the past
The present is unpleasant, Lord it goes by way to fast
And the future’s looking blurry, through the bottom of the glass
We go round and round, up and down, till neither of us can think
Can’t tell if I drink because she bitches, or if she bitches because I drink
Well if I can get off of this bar stool, I’m going to give her a piece of my
mind
Lord knows that I love that lady and I know I can be unkind
I had it all planned out in my head, like some Shakesperian play
I walked home, through the door open wide, forgot what I had to say.
We go round and round, up and down, till neither of us can think
Can’t tell if I drink because she bitches, or if she bitches because I drink
Well you think one day I’d get a clue, be a stand up kind of guy
Instead I wind up flat on my back and I can’t tell you why
Besides I bet that she’d get bored, needin something to keep her in check
She hits me up with a lecture and I just hit the deck
We go round and round, up and down, till neither of us can think
Can’t tell if I drink because she bitches, or if she bitches because I drink
Can’t tell if I drink because she bitches, or if she bitches because I drink