Desperate, drunk, delirious, still moving. Last Call, Still Going The neon’s bleeding sideways on the bar I told the glass the truth and missed the mark My hands are shaking like they know the way Out of this booth and into yesterday I can’t pronounce the thing I’m running from The ice is melting, so am I, so what The room keeps tilting like it’s on my side I laugh too loud and call it staying alive I’m desperate, drunk, delirious But I’m not done, I’m not done The floor can spin, the lights can lie I’m walking out before the sun If I fall, I fall toward something If I crawl, I crawl on The bartender keeps cutting me in half I tip him with a story I can’t have My phone is dead, my pride is on the floor I pick it up and drop it by the door Somebody’s name is burning in my throat I swallow it and order one more hope The mirror says I’ve lost another round I wipe my mouth and turn the volume down I’m desperate, drunk, delirious But I’m not done, I’m not done The street is cold, the night is long I’m counting steps instead of wrongs If the dark won’t let me sleep Then the dark can watch me leave I miss the curb, I catch the wall, I swear The city doesn’t care and neither do I, there My coat’s on backwards, pockets full of rain I say the plan out loud so it remains Get home. Get up. Get clear. Begin again. The words come out like smoke and stick to skin I am a mess with somewhere left to be Delirious, determined, barely free I’m desperate, drunk, delirious But I’m not done, I’m not done The bottle’s empty, I am not I’ve still got one more mile I’ve got If I forget the reason why I’ll make another by the light Morning’s gonna hate me, let it hate I’ve hated mornings, I can wait The key won’t find the lock, I try it twice Third time it opens like a thin advice I leave my shoes beside the kitchen chair I drink the water like a small repair The room stops moving when I close my eyes I whisper to the dark: I’m still alive Still going. Still going. Still.
