"Untitled" by Jim Main

I drank away my days
in a blank and hollowed haze
wasting who I was, and never 
growing up. The more undone I
come, the harder I had to run, I
just could not keep up, just were
no more fun.

I drank away my days, in a blank
and hollowed haze, wasting who I
was, refusing to grow up.

When no drinking came my mind
was in a fuss, tangled tight and
muddled up, broken is what it was
I drank away my days in a blank
and hollowed haze, wasting who I
was, never growing up.

The more undone I come, the
harder I had to run, I just could not
keep up, it just were no more fun.

I drank away so much, now I'm
living for today, I'm a better man
this way, my boy is growing up.
I'm a better man this way, my boy
is growing up.