it gets loneliest at night down at the liquor store beneath the neon sky the moonlight six a.m. the floor comes alive with lites the pans dried up so tight with hardened beans and we're hungry
so i lean on you sometimes just to see you're still there these feet cant take the weight of one much less two we hit concrete we were born into this mess i know i painted you a prettier picture,baby we were run out on a rail fell from the wagon to the night train
i kissed the bottle i should've been kissing you you wake up to an empty night with tears for two
cigarettes they fill the gaps in our empty days in our broken teeth say mister, can you spare a dime some change could make a change could buy some time some freedom or an ear to hear my story it's all i've got my fiction beats the hell out of my truth a palm upturned burnt blue don't call it sunburn you've been shaking on the job just one drink ahead of your past there's a white light coming up you draw the blinds hoping it'll pass
i kissed the bottle i should've been kissing you you wake up to an empty night with tears for two i kissed the bottle i should've been kissing you you wake up to an empty night with tears for two with tears for two