Once again they scrape your carcass off the floor

From where it fell,

And throw your sad ass out the door.

It's not the first time,

But it just may be the worst time.

Luckily they know who you are.

And they know what you're about,

But your free rides in this life are quickly running out.

All in all, your life hasn't been that bad.

You succeeded in

Alienating every friend you've ever had

Who took you in

And put up with your drunken musings,

Broken bones and ego-bruisings,

Conspiracies, accusations,

And other late night revelations

We used to find so entertaining.

You still think that people like you more

The louder that you shout.

But we all find the novelty is running out.

Once again you put yourself up to the test,

To see how much a human can ingest.

You should be in the book of Guinness.

It's not the first time,

But it just may be the worst time.

Even though the number of your friends,

And the benefit of the their doubt is running out.

It's all running out