Choke it back down, your pride and insecurities.
The life you lead, the life you leave behind.
Just fill it up, until you can't feel anything.
Drink down the pain, breath air until you fade away.
Is there anything more than this? So lifeless our locked up secrets.
But still so god damn comforting just to know we've all been bleeding.
I'd rather be drinking, then begging to nothing.
Maybe it's the only way to wipe the stains from our face.
The only way to erase the mistakes we've made.
When these nights start to feel the same, we unite to unveil our pain. Sense we last met things will never be the same.
Drink up, move on.
As we hang our heads we life our glass.
We make a toast to the broken road.
No matter how far we may go, we always end up back home.