Sleepwalking

'Relapse'

Oh, a sickly feeling that plays with your mind, reminding you that you've been dead for a while.

Blame it on the al al al al al alcohol (blame it on the al al al al al alcohol)

I suppose. I could blame it on the alcohol, but not the present, or the past, only the future will change.
Drugs. Never a good idea.

All of this ties back to me. My fault. All of it. I pushed him, if I hadn't said anything, if I could have shut my mouth, he wouldn't have... I'd still be at home. Of course, shutting my mouth isn't a problem now.

I don't talk.
I won't, I can't, I'm afraid.
Wouldn't you be? For fuck's sake

I can only blame it on myself.