He walked away so I turned to gin
I said to the bottle "do you think we can win?"
Gin said "sure we can put up a fight"
So I downed it and drifted in to the night
Too many memories all in a blur
I tried to talk to him bit it's all a slur
He told me I need to get a grip on reality
Well I tried that once and it ended in fatality
Too many drinks and too many men
I can't remember the names of any of them
I'll do anything to keep my memory blank
To forget just how low I've sank
In my dreams I'm back on stage singing the blues
But instead I'm in the bar waiting to be used
Sitting in the gutter looking at the stars
Will make you feel useless whoever you are