Sixteen Hours

So, I think I know what I'll be doing today
 Passing thoughts of exercise while I laugh in the face of good health
 Stakes get raised, harder to wake every day
 Embarrassment fuels redemption, the solution is the same
 Sucking hard on the death, suck life out of me
 Water insides with dehydrants
 A black lung
 An ignition key
 Another night accelerates to stop and stay the same
 Another sixteen hours down the drain
 Waking up, coughing up hardened throats and blackened lungs
 It's easy to stop stopping any time you want
 Growing pains from growing old
 Fingertips burn from the cold
 Blood and oxygen
 Another evening killing friends
 Will I wake up tomorrow?
 Will it be another replay of today?
 (And what did you expect?)
 Down the drain and out the door?
 When too much begs for more