The Alcoholics Wish You Well

you’re on your own with what you need

yeah, but the good news is you’ve come back to yourself

your birthday comes and goes like just another day

you live with scraps that say shit like, “only time will tell”

(what it tells might not be enough)

‘cause it gets harder to be the martyr

there are days it feels like a tired, lonely hell

you know, “hateful” rhymes with “grateful”

but hey, the alcoholics, they all wish you well

the alcoholics wish you well

you’re a child until you’re not, but there you are

making decisions from a place of kid-like fear

and you still expect the best from those who never show

you live with lists of your own faults no one wants to hear

(see, what you learn, you learn just for you)

and it gets harder to be the martyr

there are days it feels like a tired, lonely hell

and you know, “hateful” rhymes with “grateful”

but hey, the alcoholics, they all wish you well

has this been hard enough yet?

have I been taught enough yet?

do I believe in God enough yet?

has this been hard enough?

has this been hard enough?

‘cause it gets harder to be the martyr

there are days it feels like a private, lonely hell

and you know, “hateful” rhymes with “grateful”

but hey, the alcoholics, they all wish you well

yeah, the alcoholics, they all wish you well