Down The Drain
Before anyone asks, I don't know why I wrote another depressing and somewhat angry drinking ballad. I'm actually in a super fantastic mood today. I toned it down a bit from my original idea, but hopefully it will still get the point across. :) Down The Drain © 2012 Chelsey Sears Holdin’ an unopened bottle In a brown paper sack He shuffles through the door Swears it will be the last Even though he knows inside The promise he just made It’s going down the drain His head starts to spin As the night presses on Each second lasts for hours But he’s too far gone To even care about the time ‘Cause since she drove away It’s just been going down the drain Yeah the kitchen smells of whiskey But he hasn’t had a drop ‘Cause if she was still there She’d be beggin’ him to stop So he stands at the sink Drowning his pain Watching everything go down the drain In ev’ry ounce he finds a mem’ry Laced with regret Knowing that the bottle ...