Twenty One Said Three Times Quickly (Dillinger Four)

Past ten I start to lose my sight Six hours gone, two fisting Try to talk but nothing comes out right Try to make it work tomorrow Yesterday we were barely in command Full of dumb ideas, like children I blinked and the world had dropped my hand Don't let it show but I'm stumbling Now I've lost track of the things that I once knew I know what I want but I don't got the tools Carry the weight upon my back I'm killing time until the heart attack Now that you're 21 you've got a lot to lose Look back on better times, f**k all 'til 22 Now that you're 21 I've got no will to move ahead Don't understand just how we got here My memory dangles by a thread Try to bring it back but it's fading