This is the song I listen to when I'm feeling really down. The second verse really speaks to me because in the past, I have been known to turn to alcohol to solve my problems and I think we all know that doesn't help, but sometimes it does provide a simple, if temporary, solution to our problems. It just seems to me that there is no place for me in this world and I do get sick of staying here with the living, it even gets to the point where I wonder if perhaps death is a better choice.
What's it like there outside With the living, with the living He'd found a place I can hide From the living, from the living Because I don't care to stay with the living Oh, the bottle has been to me My closest friend, my worst enemy Oh afraid that I walked a fine line Squandered it all and wasted my time And I don't stand a chance among the living For the lovers I've gambled and lost Count my mistakes whatever the cost I'll go off, I'll make myself scarce Oh, come tomorrow You won't find me here Because I don't care to stay with the living I don't think I'll remain with the living And I don't care to stay with the living No, I don't care to stay
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