Play The Piano Drunk Until Your Fingers Begin To Bleed A Bit testo

Lost a lot of friends and a lot of years.
Took some pills to think it over.
Tried to stop drinking but I couldn't,
couldn't do this sober.

Now I'm just filling a void and spaces in between,
writing lines about nothing. I'm home, I'm home,
Home sweet Home. I'm home, I'm home, I'm home.