Here I am drunk at 3 AM
  Got my second bottle down
  I got 12 to 15 pages
  of my desperation
  Cold I feel so poor and old
  And I'm maddened for your flesh
  But my bodys broken down
  In the fading twilight
    I will find a way
  Im gonna find a way
  While the fear of wasted years
  Keeps laughing just behind
    Alone no one will stay with me
  No an angel of despair
  To watch me as I rot
  And the radio keeps playing
  Down for days I make no sound
  Soon the rats and carrion
  Will rip the flesh away
  From legs and wrists and head
    I make promises that I'd never describe
  This sense of waiting out the end
  So pour another glass
  And one more virgin page
  just might get lucky
  And maybe I'll get good
  at 3am
  So here I am