I’m weak, I’m sore, I’m tired, I’m bored
I’m overwrought, I’m forever floored
I’m shooting the breeze, while I’m shooting for the stars
Giving myself praise, while giving myself scars

I’m taking shots, while I’m trying to take care
Giving up old plots, while accepting new dares
Calling it a loss, when I’m getting the win
Letting it all out, when I’m soaking it in

I’m choking down water, and breathing out smoke
I’m sweating buckets, searching for a warmer coat
I’m hoping and wishing to improve my vision
So I can close my eyes and just say:

“Where do I go from here?”

I’m wasted and spent, I’m broken and bent
I remember your taste, but I’ve forgotten your scent
I’m calling for help, while I’m calling you out
Whisper sweet nothings, with a sneer and a pout

I’d tear myself to pieces if I could only get a grip
I’m gulping down hard, cuz I can’t risk just one sip
I’m sore and I’m weak, I’m bored and I’m tired
I’m elastic, elated, I’m bouncing round wired

I’m choking down water, and breathing out smoke
I’m sweating buckets, searching for a warmer coat
I’m hoping and wishing to improve my vision
So I can close my eyes and just say:

“Where do I go from here?
If I knew I would be there
By morning my dear.
Where do I go from here?”

Captain Valentine says it’s fine for you and I to say our goodbyes…