Choke - Little Tyrant

I get out of bed

Dream of punching holes in my walls

But I can’t, because it comes out of my security deposit

And I, can’t afford the loss

After all that I’ve spent

After all that I’ve tossed right into the toilet

So I’ll keep on dragging my feet across these nicely finished hardwood floors

Until I get to the sink and stair at the spot where the bottles could be

Where the bottles could be

Bottles could be

Where the bottles could be

Where the bottles could be

Where the bottles could be

Where the bottles could be

Where the bottles could be