Lyrics
I used to see that bottle
Always halfway filled to the brim
Lately, it's been the problem
I'm downin' every last drop of the fifth
Findin' my ways, but losin' myself
Quicker I climbed, faster I fell
It's been a hell of a ride
On this ride through hell
I'm too good for the bad ones
But ain't no good for the good ones neither
Think I made it this time
Just to be drug right back through the ringer
I've been broke, lost and alone
Hate these highs come with these lows
Not too much and not too little
Just find myself stuck in the middle
I swear, the man in the mirror
He ain't the same one that I've been
I wish the path was clearer
'Cause these crossroads never seem to end
They always say that time's gonna tell
Guess I'll leave it to the man Himself
It's been a hell of a ride
On this ride through hell
I'm too good for the bad ones
But ain't no good for the good ones neither
Think I made it this time
Just to be drug right back through the ringer
I've been broke, lost and alone
Hate these highs come with these lows
Not too much and not too little
Just find myself stuck in the middle
They always say that time's gonna tell
Guess I'll leave it to the man Himself
I'm too good for the bad ones
But ain't no good for the good ones neither
Think I made it this time
Just to be drug right back through the ringer
I've been broke, lost and alone
Hate these highs come with these lows
Not too much and not too little
Just find myself stuck in the middle
