Messed up, dressed up -
my heart is grieved by ghosts.
You’re the one I need the least;
you’re the one I miss the most.
Too late to think straight,
spent all night at the bar.
I don’t know where I’ll sleep tonight
but it won’t be where you are.
But I’ve got a bottle and some drinking left to do.
I think I’ll have a drink with the memory of you.
Now you’re right there and your hair
is dark and straight and fine.
You’re laughing at my jokes,
you’re drinking dark red wine.
It’s not true. It’s not you.
It’s just a fading scene
of a former time when I was strong
and I was clean.
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What am I doing here?
I should wait till my head clears.
But first I’ll have another beer.
Bogged down in this town -
I wish I was somewhere else.
But everywhere I’ve ever gone
I have not escaped myself.
I’m still here and it’s clear
you’re a million miles away
but I can close my eyes
and you are here and you will stay.
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