Empty Bed - The Good Life

Out a little late aren’t you?

What’s out there I don’t give you?

Don’t I drink and sleep with you?

What you want you’ll never get-

what you want is infinite.

You’ll never get your fill of it.

So again you drink and you grind your teeth.

Gnashing at the bit of this emptiness

you can’t swallow down.

It echoes in your mouth

the words keep bounding out

Up a little late aren’t you?

You let an empty bed scare you.

Still I drink and sleep with you.

Standing up to stay awake,

you start to blink and sway.

Blacking out another day.

So again you sleep and you grind your teeth.

On the kitchen floor you can’t feel a thing —

that’s what you perfer — yeah,

you found a cure for it.

Uh-oh.

And again you awake from a drunken sleep.

You make some promises you’ll never keep —

but at least you try.

Or at least you try to try.

Uh-oh.