No Vodka

It's another rainy morning. No shadows on the floor. So my head is full of doubt and No one's got anymore. Leave me alone, everybody. Get away and close my door. I'm a poor aching body. No whiskey Anymore. No more. Could you tell my little brother I'm sorry I never wrote? And I swear to my mother, No tequila anymore. I leave alone, everybody. Get away and close my door. I'm a poor aching body. No whiskey anymore. No more. Leave alone, everybody. Get away and close my door. I'm a poor aching body. No whiskey, Oh, no whiskey anymore. Oh, no more. N-n-n-no, more.