Last Of A Dying Breed

There's too many days that I have spent
Wondering if my life is worth it
Wondering if all of this bullshit
Will ever amount to anything
There's too many years that I have shaved
Off of my already shortened lifespan
Wondering if my life is more than
A series of minor sufferings
And I'm not sure how many more songs I can sing

There's too many days that I have worked
For a stupid fucking paycheck
As my [A]life's a total tɾain wreck
And I can't keep going on
There's too many years that I have lost
Thinking about my [A]life's bleak ending
As every second I am spending
Just makes me more and [Bm]more withdrawn
And it's too late, I'm already too far-gone

There's too many days that I have fled
From all [Em]of the people that I burden
Hiding myself in waves of bourbon
And I'm starting to [C7]concede
There's too many years that I have kept
All my [A]secrets deep inside me
But now it's all [Em]starting to [C7]choke me
I'm floundering in my [A]time of need
And I'm the last of a dying breed