dust in my house is piling up,
spiders on my bed, i can't sleep,
i'm talking to bottles about love and hate,
making bottle talk
down in your club, spending my dimes,
what a steal sucking down, my friend on tap,
i was looking for friendship,
but all i got is a headache
drunk in your club? could've seen it coming,
i wasn't looking for trouble but for a friend
you let me in,
to feed my soul,
but now it's time,
you kick me out,
you're just living,
on people's pain,
it only numbs,
the pain remains
banned from your club,
but i'm feeling so free,
there's no solution,
in your house now i see