Thank God I've Hit The Bottom

I got dime bags stacked up like trophy wives 
I'm a punctuated pulse bereft of smile
I'm spruced up like a cheesecake before the knife 

Thank God I've hit the bottom  
Thank God I've hit the bottom 

I've been pickin' fights with graffiti artists, hey 
Now you know the dead are filled with brains 
Chips on my shoulder, I got lungs on my sleeve 
Only You Am I know why I'm down here I guess 

Thank God I've hit the bottom 
Thank God I've hit the bottom 

'Cos hell knows if I would have seen you from up there 

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times 
I can see clearly now some pain is gone 

Thank God I've hit the bottom 
Thank God I've hit the bottom 
Thank God I've hit 
God