Do I have nothing good left to say?
Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
People love to drink their troubles away.
Sometimes I feel that I´d be better off that way.

´Cause maybe then I could sleep at night.
I wouldn´t lie awake until the morning light.
This is something that I´ll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me, I know.
I know, I know.

So here´s to living life miserable.
And here´s to all the lonely stories that I´ve told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.

Maybe then I could sleep at night.
I wouldn´t lie awake until the morning light.
This is something that I´ll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me, I know.

Finally, I could hope for a better day.
No longer holding on to all the things that cloud my mind.
Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn´t seem so heavy.
But then again I´ll probably always feel this way.

At least I know I´ll never sleep at night. (Sleep at night)
I´ll always lie awake until the morning light. (Til the morning light)
This is something that I´ll never control.
My nerves will be the death of me.
My nerves will be the death of me.

My nerves will be the death of me, I know.