Semantics

I went for a cheek but she bit my tongue I've been gone for a week but she'll be gone for seven months And I'm just glad I got the amount of time I did She's better off without my antics When I'm halfway through one of my skids She grabbed my hand and said "Get up, you're drunk again On the bench outside the Ugly Mug I'm so sick of giving in To all the demons you refuse to exorcise and live in sin" If there's a god, I hope she's tired of saving me again And again and again It's always "Miller Time" when you're dead inside How much poison will it take to kill the tenants in my mind? I'll drive my pretty 3-ton death machine Straight through your door Stumble home on a rainy Sunday night Disheveled, scraped, and torn She grabbed my hand and said "Get up, you're drunk again On the bench outside the Ugly Mug I'm so sick of giving in To all the demons you refuse to exorcise and live in sin" If there's a god, I hope she's done with saving me again And again and again Just let me sink into this quicksand Last wishes taped to my left hand I never know just where I stand If I could stand