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One More Bottle

I snuck in your bedroom,
to steal some change for booze.
But all I found were love notes,
from another, boy.

I need a drink.
I hit the streets.
I'm in a bar.
Tryin' to kill myself.

With Old Bushmills,
Beer and wine.
Cause I know when I get home you won't be there.
You won't be there.
And if you are,
all you're gotta do is lie to me.

You can't change the world,
and I won't try to change you.
So it's just another bottle.
Yeah, one more drink.

In a station,
in D.C.
A huge black man,
and his eyes are full of love.
I think of you.
And is it any wonder,
all our years have brought,
is a sort of pain.

And I'm sure I can do without.
You can't change the world.
And I won't try to change you.
So it's just another bottle.
Yeah, let's all have.
Yeah, one more drink.

You'll make nice.
And I'll play dumb.
Walk on me,
and asked me to come back.
I guess I will,
or I'll be drunk again,
worrying about the spins.
Yeah, I plan it that way.
So I don't have to wonder,
wonder, where you are.

So, it's just another bottle.
One more drink before I hit the streets.
In my bed all sick and alone.
Master, of my own defeat.