Out a little late aren't you?
What's out there I don't give you?
Don't I drink and sleep with you?
What you want you'll never get -
what you want is infinite.
You'll never get your fill of it.
So again you drink, and you dring your teeth.
Gnashing at the bit of this emptiness
you can't swallow down.
It echoes in your mouth,
the words keep bounding out.

Up a little late aren't you?
You let and empty bed scare you...
still, I drink and sleep with you.
Standing up to stay awake,
you start to blink and sway.
Blacking out another day.
So again you sleep and you grind your teeth.
On the kitchen floor you can't feel a thing -
that's what you prefer - yeah, you found a cure for it.
Uh-oh.
And again you wake from a drinken sleep.
You make some promises you know you'll never keep -
but at least you try.
Or at least you try to try.
Uh-oh.