May 25, 2009 16:31
Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin
because it hasn't sunk in... so far.
Well it's a drab routine, the dust starts building
until it's hard to come clean.
Then the months stack up to an addict crutch
As if the drink weren't enough
A stagger cannot compete
There's no charm in being residential state street
And if I was sober
could I kill caution and stay over
And if I was sober
would I rip hearts apart like paper?
I wish you could know better than you show
with parted lips pointed down
That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do.
And if I was sober
Could I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?
What a difference it made
What a difference it made
And if I was sober
Could I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?
What a difference it made
What a difference it made.