Twist, Tilt, Pour (A Three-Step Guide To Hitting Bottom) Lyrics

In running
Blue ink from ballpoints
Across an empty page
I'm spilling all my unseen insides upon this stage

And when my arms start shaking
And when I quit sleeping
And when I stop breathing
Then we'll start to worry
Two hundred milligrams to calm me down and put my out
But I still cannot breathe

I'm drowning in open oceans
Of false romantic dreams
I'm feeling a little less
With each bottle I empty

I stopped caring
But it didn't help me at all
I stopped crying
But it didn't help me at all
I kept drinking
But it didn't help me at all
Oh god, I can't breathe at all