This Is What Hell Is Like

I'll walk these empty streets
And cry myself to sleep
I can smell pot and liquor on my breath
Hopefully I won't freeze to death

I'm too fucked up again
I don't know what's going on
The bright city lights
Will guide me towards home

Now that I'm all out of rum
I notice that this isn't much fun
I guess I'm out here on my own
Nowhere to go and I'm all alone

I guess I'll cry myself to sleep
And walk these empty streets