Twist, tilt, pour (a three step guide to hitting bottom)

I'm runnin
through ink from ball points
across an empty page
i've spent them
on my unseen insights
upon this stage
And when my arms start shakin
and when i quit sleepin
and when i stop breathing
then we'll start to worry
200 milligrams
to calm me down and put me out
but i still can not breathe

I'm drownin
in open oceans
of false romantic dreams
i fill them
up little bits
with each bottle i empty
And when my arms start shakin
and when i stop sleepin
and when i quit breathing
then we'll start to worry
200 milligrams
to calm me down and put me out
but i still can not breathe
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)
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
And when my arms start shakin
and when i stop sleepin
and when i quit breathing
then we'll start to worry
200 milligrams
to calm me down and put me out
but i still can not breathe
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)
at all...