"Punch-drunk, Drag-out Blackout"

trapped in this room,
and I've considered going crazy
throwing myself against the door and the windows
I given my lights more black eyes than I care to count

looking at this bottle filled with amber
then tossing it to the floor
broken glass tears through my feet
but I can't feel it anymore

listless and brooding,
I've been staring at my wall for days.
wondering how I can punch it down
the sheet rock and plaster have endless layers
oh, If I could just learn to behave.

I doubt you'd want to mess with me
I'm feeling quite quixotic

I'm lost in the bedsheets
as the nights blur into weeks

I'll forget you if you will
I'll forgive me if you won't
I'll forget you if you will