The Slow Descent Into Alcoholism

I say, my, my slow decent
Into alcoholism it went
To my head, where I really need it
With the views that remain untreated
I say my, my, my, my slow decent
Into alcoholism it went…
Something like this song
Something like this song
Salvation holdout central…
I say my, ever loosening grip
On the commonest courtesies slipped
From my hands, where I really need her
When I need change for the parking meters
I say my, my, my, my slow decent
Into alcoholism it went…
Something like this song
Something like this song
Salvation holdout central…