I cannot say thank you enough
For supporting me all seven days of the week
And not giving up where others would
No matter how hopeless or bleak

I am here physically, but not really there
Trapped in the prison within my head
I know you understand for now
I am sure patience will turn to frustration instead

How much longer until you get tired of me
Not calling your phone enough to check in?
How many tearful episodes will you
Be able to face with a grin?

We co-exist but this sweet utopia
Can only last a limited number of days
Despite how calm and supportive you are
Eventually you will tire of my selfish ways

VERSE 1:
Pick the glass up off the table
I take another drink
There is an empty bottle of whiskey
Sitting in the sink

I do not know why the alcohol
Will not keep you off my mind
It seems it has always worked
Every other nightly time

Memories are too strong
And I cannot be alone
I stumble until I find
The nearest lonely telephone

CHORUS:
Call you up drunk
Get the message machine
Say I love you and I just wanna know
Do you somehow still love me?

VERSE 2:
I am from a dusty small town
And so tired of the ways
Locals cover up their hurt
With the command each obeys

We shine like stars in the world's sky
Swim in a substance-filled sea
Fill our stupid souls with *****
Til full and still are empty

CHORUS

What else will numb the pain
When the pain and sorrows won't pass?
We are all just chasing our problems
To the bottom of a glass