where's my drank

Just lately I’ve been feeling like I don’t belong
Like the ground’s not mine to walk upon
And I’ve heard that music echo through the house
Where my grandmother drank by herself
And I sat watching a flower as it was withering
I was embarrassed by its honesty
So I’d prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
Not this fucking wreck that’s taken its place
—  No Lies, Just Love - Bright Eyes