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Kiss The BottleIt gets loneliest at nightDown at the liquor store Beneath the neon sky, my 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 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… |