As I sit here
Nursing a beer
Facing up
To the cold light of day
It is crystal clear
To me now, dear
You never loved me
Anyway
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As I sit here
Nursing a beer
Facing up
To the cold light of day
It is crystal clear
To me now, dear
You never loved me
Anyway
They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk
But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?
At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve
And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve
Is
it
too
early
to start
drinking
She
asked
As
this
is
too
much
to bear
That’s
exactly
what
I was
thinking
He
said
As
he
pulled
up a
chair
It’s Friday night
And I’m here alone
In this house
We used to call home
There’s nothing left now
Just an empty shell
With me here alone
Living through hell