intoxicated

It's a Sunday morning, I'm heavily intoxicated Water in my cup but it's not clear its jaded Popping pills to stay up for you Misunderstood your views I'm overseeing the truth I'm depending on you Slowly I'm losing myself I start ignoring the help I get Yeah, you is more important than myself I let the love block out the way I felt Yeah, I give you my soul, now I'm an empty shell I used to pray for my future and her as well I used to write the letters to the wishing well I used to think you was heaven, then you was hell I used to think we was meant to be, but now I can't tell