wake to face the truth of what i've done
take a slow breath and follow it through with another one
pull myself out of bed and fall back in for better or worse
time to face today's problems in yesterday's shirt
tina pours my drinks till i'm puffing out
getting taller with every one i throw down
pressing fists to my chest like i've got something figured out
drop you off at your place and drive myself around
for three days and nights with a fear i can't face
of a beautiful life in an imperfect space
i might be citybound, but i'll sure miss this place
in my dreams last night you met me in
the apartment where i learned you could not commit
so i tossed and i turned till i woke on the living room floor
i said don't you follow me here, you can't use me no more
so every night in the back of my car
i'm peeling the labels off and spilling the jars
keep that shit for yourself, i don't care where you are