cocktail

i started missing the days

where as soon as i'd wake

i'd make a cocktail

i'd spend the time that you took

giving me dirty looks

with my cocktail

and just like every love affair

well the fault in my armor shows

and the boat is shot full of holes

and i get a little green

i could be dancing on one leg

and enjoying the masquerade

but i'm not making any lemonade

but i got lemons if you need

in my meandering way

i'd sing a serenade and sip a cocktail

my very own world view i'd tell the people i knew

through a cocktail

who can you turn to

when the world is bleeding you dry?

man

they'll turn you loose

and watch you wither in the daylight

sometimes i feel like a corpse

with a lifetime subscription

just a strange proposition

or a thankless sacrifice

now how is every day the same

in a variety of places?

all the dull and empty spaces

in the middle of a crowd

i could be slipping off the wing of a dove

or tied up onto the train tracks

but either way i ain't coming back

the only way out is down

yeah

the only way out

my friend

is falling down