A Grand Occasion To Drink Myself To Sleep

Climbing the stairs, checking the time again

A cold breeze and a headrush, you’re empty

A promise is eating you

As you catch them in a glance from the landing

They’ll rip apart everything

That once made you mine

If it bleeds enough it sells

You’re buying me out of my body

And I know you’ve got the means to an end

They couldn’t pitch a phone call

To a ring or cup of coffee

But iniquity loves a harmony

You sing them well

They sing them clear

You sing them clear

Seven shots and each one chased

By memories quickly erased

And the lingering comfort of being alone

It’s what we all learn to embrace

So hold your breath and make it your own

So take the words they preach

Swallow them down to your guts

And let them stir and bubble and boil

Make your words into your actions

Forget about your old convictions

You left behind when you said goodbye

But you don’t need to hear that from me

Now will you drink yourself into oblivion

And wake up on my front lawn?

(you’re still the end of the world)

If so you’ll know the truth and do the things I do

Moments I forget you’re gone

I’m sorry that I called

I’m sorry that I wasted your time