Morrissey for Company

The weatherman he's not a fool

Predicting what I'm gonna say

Cold and bleak

I'd laugh if you called it free will

I'm so much less, more like possessed

Without you

I've got nothing but maudlin thoughts

Without you all I've got's these shambles

I'm drinking

I've lost before i've even fought

It's not making me better

I'm sick to my heart

It's not making me better

I'm lost from the start

So what did you expect?

"So what?" you say

Back at the ranch it's a laugh

Pour a tea, have a good cry

There's ten thousand things that are worse

But still I can't, I want to hide

Without you I've got nothin' to say

Without you all I've got is Morrissey on tape

Morrissey for company

It's not making me better

I'm sick to my heart

He's not making me better

I'm lost from the start

So what did you expect?