Bartender...

Bartender...Double shots of hennesy, on the rocks I just lost my mind and I think my hearts about to stop More than long nights with lights off Jaws dropping Draws dropping I just lost my heart and I think my minds about to stop Two shots of vodka on the rocks And heavy on the mountains, weighing tons on my brain My fountain of youth taking years off my age Leaving me open and vulnerable, It's uncontrollable And actually adding stress to my face Bartender!... Get on your game, if my glass reaches empty I'm going insane I'm not feeling optimistic, my glass is half empty so nothing remains I got a pocket full of ones, and a little bit off change I got a closet full of exes, and nothing has really changed Just past voluptuous entities to take my brain So I'm flying off illusion, an infatuated delusion Tried and true showing proof of the holy karmasutra Tried every position just to end up back on this stool Head spinning like a whirlpool, walking tipsy like an old fool Sitting in the furthest corner from the door rambling on about rainbows Yet, I'm set on black and white. Future, past. Day and night Staring at fine women through drunken sight Blurred vision keeps me whistling at every ass that walks past Gotdammit Bartender!... Where the hell is my re-up Just hand me the bottle and a cup Cause now I'm way past drunk... I'm fucked up And thinking back to those shiesty shitty situations that used to involve me Those souls that i indulged but never revolved around me Now my stomach turning, did I forget to eat? Anyway bartender, shot of tequila, patron, and a glass on long island iced tea I see myself across the room, and I try to remember when I lost me Lost amongst these glass crutches filled with sleepless dreams I try to reach and stumble, because I'm way beyond my reach I try and call my name, but the shame controls when I can speak I watch my soul drip from the tips of shallow necked bottles into the belly of these beasts Who can't find peace within themselves so they find peace within these drinks Just like... me I throw my keys Bartender... Call us a cab, we need some sleep. I intend to find my mind before my heart stops beating I intend to heal my heart before my mind starts grieving Farewell pain and insecurity or whatever your reason I found my problem and that's the reason We're leaving.