A Drunken Slur.

Radio static and stale cigarettes. 
A little too much wine and constant regret. 

My head hurts, 
they say that's because I'm ill. 
I think it's because I mixed alcohol with pills. 

They're fading away now
I smell of depression and antiperspirant.
One more bottle and they might think I'm elegant. 

Lonely is a hollow feeling like the bottom of this bottle 
Lonely is £7.10p 
And I've got £220 to spend

I forgot what it's like to talk with my mouth open 
Because I normally talk in my head. 
Hallucinations aren't going to put a man in my bed.