Letras: Bad Astronaut. Houston: We Have A Drinking Problem. Clear Cutting.

Started breaking some of the rules, then you broke them all
I know that there?s a war in your head, you can?t win them all
And I can?t take this all to bed, just as you expected
Your self-fulfilled prophecy?s already leading to the next
Tree to climb up from the depths
You reach the top, you?re done with him
It sounds familiar, it?s all been done
Now I see you around around the bends
I?m not to sure you still have it
Another old insult for me signed personal friend