Flat Tire Video (MV)

Shredded tires on the highway and another mile marker down
A couple hundred miles and another night in the same town
Tonight I'll keep from dying knowing I'll be home to you

When I wake up in the morning to another empty bed
And 5am comes dancing to the pounding in my head
These days all bleed together and nights die in this room

I'm sick of this old hotel
Empty bottle after bottle
Wasted days and sleepless nights
Somehow I call this a life
But I tell myself its not my fault
But I've got no control
Now this whiskey soaked and worn out joke
Is all I've got to show

I'm sick of this old hotel
Empty bottle after bottle
Sleepless days and wasted nights
How can I call this a life?
I'm living like I'm dead tonight
And you're my one way out
There's no reason to keep breathing
So I'm burying myself