Flowing to the End

All these bottles, stocked up to drink
I don’t care anymore, I don’t want to think
Numb the pain of another day
Make it disappear, make it go away
At least for a while, is that too much to ask
If your answer is yes, I’ll have another glass
Pour it down, fall on the ground
Only rising, when you hear the sound
And it’s flowing to the end
No longer any upward trends
Riding down to the bottom of the sea
Trying to be free, from outside of me
Of death getting closer, a matter of time
But until then, pour another wine
Or a shot, if it’s all you got
Not too picky, a tree with some rot
If you know what I mean, you won’t disagree
Having seen too many, of the same old scene
Playing the fool, is all you can do
When all of your troubles, have discovered you
And it’s flowing to the end
No longer any upward trends
Riding down to the bottom of the sea
Trying to be free, from outside of me
Sometimes things work out, others not so much
Can you stand on your own, do you need a crutch
Do you know where you’re going, or are you lost
Do you have a purpose, are you with a flock
Seeing the spirals in each and every thing
Nothing you can do, no bells to ring
Just sitting back, have a beer and relax
Down it goes, another empty glass
And it’s flowing to the end
No longer any upward trends
Riding down to the bottom of the sea
Trying to be free, from outside of me