Don't tell me what to do, f$ck your title

I was young and fragile when the liquor took hold It came as a friend, but it left as a foe And if I could go back to the very first sip I'd clean up the wound that the booze bandaged Two-fifths of whiskey to start the night off I'd get drunk with the moon, go to bed with the sun Next morning, the taste of familiar regret You sip on the poison, slow death's what you get But the craving is worse than last night If I don't quit soon, it'll claim me for life I'm scared to try one more time 'Cause when I relapse, it feels like a crime There was a time when drinking felt like making love Now that woman wants more, but I've had enough I'm weary and I'm a fool for falling in temptation It pulls all my strings and dilutes the hesitation But the craving is worse than last night If I don't quit soon, it'll claim me for life I'm scared to try one more time 'Cause when I relapse, it feels like a crime 'Cause when I relapse, it feels like a crime I don't trust the bottle or its intentions for my life It wakes up the ghosts that my father left behind And if I must return to my old, deranged ways Get rid of the body before the soul goes to waste