The piano has been drinking, My necktie is asleep, And the combo went back to New York, The jukebox has to take a leak, And the carpet needs a haircut, And the spotlight looks like a prison break, 'Ca
You have found me on the other side of a loser's winning streak Where my thoughts all wander further than they should Let me sing to you my solitude, let me pay for your next drink Let me defend these
Everyone that greeted me, was moving slow and drinking fast I was lost inside a painting on a wall A pretty baby with a cigarette, was looking for a place to ash Stumbling toward the voices down the h
Hey kid at the show tonight. The face beyond the barricade How ya dance and ya sing to every single line Like it was you up on that stage I mean to know your secret I'm asking you for help How do I f
The separation was symmetrical They both retreated to their sides Drawing lists of demands And muddy lines in the sand Trying out their separate lives Most of the damage was collateral But still insp
She went from table manners to tunnel vision to premature farewells With a restlessness reserved for those who believe in themselves She thought the world was hers so she made sure it bent beneath her
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