It gets loneliest at night.
Down at the liquor store.
Beneath the neon sky.
Our moonlight.
Six A.M., the floor comes alive with lice.

The pan´s dried up so tight.
With hardened beans.
We´re hungry.
So I lean on you sometimes.
Just to see you´re still there.
Your feet can´t take the weight of one.
Much less two.
We hit concrete.

How were we born into this mess?
I know I painted you a prettier picture, baby.
But we were run out on a rail.
Fell from the wagon to the night train.

I kissed the bottle.
I should´ve been kissing you.
You wake up to an empty night.
With tears for two.

Cigarettes they fill the gaps.
In our empty days.
In our broken teeth.
We´re jonesing.
Say mister, can you spare a dime?
Some change could make a change.
Could buy some time.
Some freedom.
Or an ear to hear my story.
It´s all I´ve got. My fiction
beats the hell out of my truth.
A palm upturned burnt blue.
Don´t call it sunburn.

You´ve been shaking on the job.
Just one drink ahead of your past.
There´s a white light coming up.

You draw the blinds hoping it´ll pass.

I kissed the bottle.
I should´ve been kissing you.
You wake up to an empty night.
With tears for two.

I kissed the bottle.
I should´ve been kissing you.
You wake up to an empty night.
With tears for two.

I kissed the bottle.
I should´ve been kissing you.
You wake up to an empty night.
With tears for two.