My days are grey,
portrayed by lackluster infidelities
painted by the shapes of
the women I get

I'm getting  quite misshapen
by the rolling days of tomorrow
the hands of anticipation
always trickling down my spine

For these last couple of years
bourbon spilled into my soul
As a result I'm
going down like fire in their throats

While I'm drunk from the beer,
they're drunk from the ecstasy
Brahms in the background
It doesn't take long for the crescendo

I say I care
That's why I'm good
I've given it completely to other
women before

They broke me, now I'm drunk, you're
here, and what am I supposed to do with
these tricks I've learned from someone
else before

I'll give you my filth served with diamonds on the side
if you give me your desire,
we can meet in the middle
and every once in awhile,

we'll make all this **** shine