The Next Round

I drink 'cause I’m thirsty
I drink 'cause I’m dry
I’m not yet quite thirty
But I feel like I’m dying
I drink 'cause I want to, I need to
I don’t know what else to do with my time
I won’t say it, but you can see it in my eyes

You drink 'cause you’re lonely
You drink 'cause you’re sad
You always claim every party
Was the best time you’ve ever had
You drink 'cause you’re scared of
A life of living off your own company
You won’t say it, but I can see it in your eyes

Of all of the things I could become
A lonely drunkard isn’t one
For which I would’ve wished when I was young
But drink has drunk my days away
I tried to live like Hemingway
But life just doesn’t work that way
And the pills don’t kill the pain
They just delay

We drink 'cause we’re scared that
If we should stop
The good times will go away
But the bad times will not
And what if it’s over, and we’re sober
And we still feel like we’re fixing to die
What then?
Don’t say it, I can see it in your eyes

The next round's on me
The next round's on me
The next round's on me
The next round's on me
The next round's on me
The next round's on me
The next round's on me
The next round's on me