Twenty-dollar
Whiskey on the shelf
Looking down on me
Just like everyone else
Drinking down
The dreams and memories
The wounds are redder
Than my blood red wine
And they say I'm living in a dream
I say I'm living through
The sorrow and the grief
Trying to prove that I'm alright
Oh, why is everyone
So hard on me tonight?
Two hours later I'm on the floor
Staring at the photos
Looming on the wall
The phone is ringing in my head
I just want someone
To talk to in the end
They say I'm living in a dream
I say I'm living through
The sorrow and the grief
Trying to prove that I'm alright
Oh, why is everyone
So hard on me tonight?
They say I'm living in a dream
I say I'm living through
The sorrow and the grief
Trying to prove that I'm alright
Oh, why is everyone
So hard on me tonight?