You judge me when I don't join in
On your lonely trip to oblivion
All you want is a bottle on your lips
You're so broken you need a fix
Consume, Consume
That's all you wanna do, blacking out and throwing up seems like fun to you
Priorities, Priorities
They're all out of line, you cast me out 'cause they don't match mine
The weekend war is the start of your fall
You've had a string of bad calls
You've swept your problems under the rug
Now you're six feet deep in the hole you've dug
Consume, Consume
That's all you wanna do, blacking out and throwing up seems like fun to you
Priorities, Priorities
They're all out of line, you cast me out 'cause they don't match mine
You've had your fix now you're falling apart
On the bathroom floor of a Motel Six
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