Far From Finished - Dusty Shelves

'Ya got 4 butts in the ashtray and a bottle in the kitchen sink
And you're passed out on your bedroom floor on 4 days worth of stink
Your only dreams floating at the bottom of your glass
Your just wasting away just sitting on your ass
To the church upon the hill beg for forgiveness as for the will
It's a lonely walk back home to an empty room and a ringing phone

[Chorus]

You're a fuck up and you're a drunk
But in your heart you know better
You were born and raised in a loving way
Now your brain has turned to shit
You're a poet and you're a liar
And it's all for your heart's desire
Your eyes are only seeing gray
And you'll drink the rest of your days away