Take your pills and light a cigarette
Let’s drive the length of the canyon
Does your mother know
What you’ve been doing lately
We left the bottles lined up in a row
And when we stepped outside the bar
The rain was pissing down
You said ‘do you have a place to go’
And now it’s four in the morning
We’re on the floor again with the radio playing
And spilled on the floor is the stolen champagne
And outside your window it is still the same
You tell me of your drunken dream
How it brought you thoughts of
Conversations you could have with me
Of your fatalism and of your intentions
Then you said you’d miss your train
And I did not recall at all
But judging by the look upon your face
Guess I’d be the one to blame
And four in the morning washed away in the rain
Lately I’ve been nothing but comfort in your pain
You catch me with your crooked smile
Your confidence and your ignorance
Makes me want to stay a little while
And forget all about my reckless manners
And outside your window it is still the same
And your eyes they bubble over like the stolen champagne
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