Duke of Anxiety

Why would you think
That you made me drink?
I'm a drunk; reasons I don't need
Just like you

And I'd be in my car
If I weren't in this bar
Taking pills, take my keys
I might drive me to Mexico

And like talk, thrills ain't cheap
But I just can't sleep
In the bed that I made myself
Make myself

How funny it seems
There's answers in dreams
I just can't seem to remember
Mine

Wake up in the car
Outside the bar
Which way to Mexico?