A good man doesn't drink

And I've been drinking alone

So what does that make me?

My hands they always shake

And no one's calling my phone

So what does that make me?

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I'm selfish enough to wanna get better

But I'm backwards enough not to take any steps to get there

And when you realize it's a pattern and not a phase

It's what you've become and it's what you will stay

That's ballgame

'Cause I don't got room in my life for anyone else

I've driven away all the people that could help

And I still don't even know what I need to do to fix myself

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There's a clamp around my chest that tightens

Every time I lapse into another sorry story

About my miserable collapse

A bronze box I keep encased in glass

And dust off whenever I want your pity