Empty Bed

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 grind 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 an empty bed scare you.

Still I drink and sleep with you.

Standing up to stay awake,

you start to blink you start to 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 perfer - yeah,

you found a cure for it.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

And again you wake

from a drunken sleep.

make some promises

you know you'll never keep -

but at least you try.

Or at least you try to

try.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.