It's so much easier to walk away if I wash it down  It's so much easier to look away if I think I look proud  It's so much easier, I like it easier, I'll take it easier, I'll take another round  It's so much easier to let the days go, dazed and mellow  It's so much easier to let the smoke go, let it go slow  It's so much easier, I guess it's easier  Sometimes I'm not so sure, but sure, why not? Another round  It's so much easier to just admit that I forget  And sometimes it's easier to let my mind slip, hazed and backlit  Sometimes it's easier, kills me easier. Take me home, it's my last round