The drunk kids, the Catholics
they’re all about the same

They’re waiting for something, hoping to be saved

Well I have been happy the past couple days
just thinking of the men who have taken your place

Every night I think I certainly won’t ever sleep sober
or alone

but then suddenly it occurs to me,
that I’ve slept alone before you

So, I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can sand
and convince myself, to lay back down again