The drunk kids, the Catholics
They're all about the same
They're waiting for something
Hoping to be saved
Well, I have been happy the past couple days
Just thinking of the men who have taken your place
And every night I think I certainly won't ever sleep sober or alone
And then suddenly it occurs to me
I've slept alone before you
And so I pour myself the stiffest drink that my stomach can stand
And convince myself to lay back down again
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