The Next Round - Frank Turner

I drink 'cause I’m thirsty

I drink 'cause I’m dry

I’m not yet quite thirty

But I feel like I’m dying

I drink 'cause I want to, I need to

I don’t know what else to do with my time

I won’t say it, but you can see it in my eyes

You drink 'cause you’re lonely

You drink 'cause you’re sad

You always claim every party

Was the best time you’ve ever had

You drink 'cause you’re scared of

A life of living off your own company

You won’t say it, but I can see it in your eyes

Of all of the things I could become

A lonely drunkard isn’t one

For which I would’ve wished when I was young

But drink has drunk my days away

I tried to live like Hemingway

But life just doesn’t work that way

And the pills don’t kill the pain

They just delay

We drink 'cause we’re scared that

If we should stop

The good times will go away

But the bad times will not

And what if it’s over, and we’re sober

And we still feel like we’re fixing to die

What then?

Don’t say it, I can see it in your eyes

The next round’s on me

The next round’s on me

The next round’s on me

The next round’s on me

The next round’s on me

The next round’s on me

The next round’s on me

The next round’s on me