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 addictive 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 Would 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 Would I kill caution and stay over? And if I was sober Would I rip hearts apart like paper?