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
