BINGE BY PAPA ROACHYou better put that down
You better put that down
All I need is a bottle, and I don't need no friends, no
Wallow in my pain, I swallow as I pretend
To act like I'm happy, when I drink till no end, no
I'm losing all my friends, I'm losing in the end
She says:
Behave, little boy, you better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your turn to learn to fight
You better sit back down, till you hold your ground
When I'm sober, life bores me, so I get drunk again
I'm losing all my friends, I'm losing in the end
She says:
Behave, little boy, you better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your turn to learn to fight
You better sit back down, till you hold your ground, yeah
You better sit back down
You better put that down
Put the bottle down, I am on a binge
Behave, little boy, you better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your turn to learn to fight
You better sit back down, till you hold your ground, yeah
I am on a binge, I wish things would change
Wish they'd rearrange, I'm on a binge
I wish things would change, Wish they'd rearrange,
I am on a binge, I'm on a binge, yeah

I sat alone on my bed. i can hear my mom scream. i get so tired of all this. all the time its all shit. i hate it. i know if i don't come out she'll scream more so i leave the room cautiously. im wearing the same clothes from yesterday. i stare at the clock as i pass it. it is almost noon now. and its saturday. mom has already started drinking. "jesus christ" i mutter as i enter the room and smell the horrible stench of beer. there must be at least 30 bottles laying around the living room. i start to pick them up and she screams at me. i stop almost immediately. i slowly bring my gaze up to her eye level. i stare into her blood shot eyes. she screams at me and tells me to go to the store and get her more beer. she hands me a 50$ bill. i have no idea what to do. i grab it and ask her what to get. she tells me to get her something as long as i get the hell out of here. i walk down the hall way, trying to stifle my crying and check on my sister. she's in her room playing with her dolls. i tell her i have to go do something for mom. she says ok and i leave out the door.
I don't know where to go. i walk out and the sun is too bright for my sensitive eyes. and its too hot outside. i'm standing there in a sweater. i dont bother to take it off. I walk down the road. i finally come up to a gas station. i ask them where the beer is cuz i have to get it for my mom. they ask me where my mom is. i reply very sheepishly that she is at home. and i need to bring it to her. the lady was nice she kept me there for a half hour asking me questions. for all she knew is that i was a 10 year old trying to get beer for someone who may not even be my mom. she asks one of the other cashiers to cover for her as she brings me outside and tells me to go home and tell my mom to come back because i am too young to buy the beer. I didn't return with my mom.