Getting lost in nostalgia again
I put on the records that bring me back to that place
If I could only open my eyes to the inspiration
I don't eat enough
It's a bed with no sheets
No comfort without the warmth
I'll drink this one for you
But it's the last one
It's our first drink of the year
It drops off of my face on to your strings
We will have a smoke and sing along with sad songs
These old dead strings resonate deeply tonight
I hope you're lying next to him
Thinking about what we could have been
I'm drinking alone again
You told me you loved me
I never told you why I couldn't respond for months
I could never repay you for the years of support
Sleep is for the weak
Maybe that's why I can't lift this pen
Always you in my brain stabbing at my memory
I'd rather sleep all week
Sleep is for the week
I'd rather sleep all week
It's our first drink of the year
It drops off of my face on to your strings
We will have a smoke and sing along with sad songs
These old dead strings resonate deeply tonight
