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You walk in with another headache |
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I can tell by the lines in your face |
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You seem to think if you just remove the problem |
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The answers are what will come next |
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Another shot of whiskey and maybe I'll be ready |
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For what's still crowded in your head |
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Never seeing that all the good times |
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Are what walked in with the bad |
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I don't know why we compromise ourselves |
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I thought it was a common understanding |
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Which all I've tried to help with |
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Tell me, do I end up empty handed? |
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Another couple of beers while I'm safe here at the bar |
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And maybe I'll get me some rest |
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Don't know why all the good times |
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Have to turn-up with the bad |
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It's like a sword of hate |
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You brandish it so proud |
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I wonder if you're taught what you feel |
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Or is it the way you got it cold dead in your eye? |
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It would be good if you could just leave me |
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Well, enough alone |
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The crime of fate is what I have to follow through |
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If I'm going to get past you |
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Another shot of whiskey and that's about the |
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Only way I can listen anymore |
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Go ahead and drown me of everything |
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At least I still got my place at the bar |
