The Philosopher

[Verse 1] This is one tough pill to take, chalk it up as another mistake and You ask me how I write these songs, I point at me and point out what's wrong And I guess that I'll be looking like I've no concern, I won't get it together and I'll never learn I'm drinking off this bottle like I just don't give a damn [Verse 2] And that was one long drive alone, I lost direction but I found my home Headlights seared into my eyes, the sickle moon sure didn't sympathize And I know I won't remember anything I write, I guess I'll say exactly what I mean tonight Girl, your mother doesn't have a damn clue who I am [Chorus 1] And Socrates: thank you for making me a loser, a fool in love just sucking back the booze I can't make it fit together so I'm making it all spin around And whiskey please, keep 'em coming till the bottom of the bottle, one foot in the door, one foot on the throttle And I'm burning like a plane on fire and now it's going down [Verse 3] This is one sad tale to tell, been dumping silver dollars in the wishing well Trying to make a tune out of these same three chords, my inspiration's spilling all across the floor I was tearing quite a strip off of 23, keeping my composure tore a strip off me Sometimes you gotta go without knowing where you're going to [Chorus 2] And whiskey please, keep 'em coming till the bottom of the bottle, one foot in the door, one foot on the throttle And I'm burning like a plane on fire and now it's going down And Socrates: thank you for making me a loser, a fool in love just sucking back the booze I can't make it fit together so I'm making it all spin around