I Feel Like My Soul Is Crying

My disease is calling me

Thru the money in my pocket

I feel like my soul is crying

It is 24 degrees outside

I want to care

I can't resist

Alcohol's 

Evil 

Penetrating stare

I zip my coat

To the corners of my chin

I want to stay warm

As my lips embrace

My self-destructive drop

Once I begin

God knows

When I will stop

I measure sobriety 

In hours not days

I feel like my soul is crying

I want to live like other men

But I know 

Now

I am dying

I will be broke tomorrow

One day at a time

They say I should surrender

I keep failing 

At trying

I am hurting Bud

I know my soul is crying