I can smell the alcohol on your breath
The miserable look you give away
But nobody notices, not even I do
I don't know the pang of throe you suffer through
Every goddamn day and every goddamned night
What can I do to make it up to you?
When will I notice just how much you're aching?

I'll be damned if I'm too late
Where exactly did you get your hate?
And where exactly am I?
Damn the dreadful savor
When will I get what I deserve?

Empty bottles of gin
Are the guests you always welcome
But I don't recognize your misery
You cry "Someone save me"
But who's to listen?

I'll be damned if I'm too late
Where exactly did you get your hate?
And where the hell am I?
Damn the dreadful savor
That lingers in the tone you quaver.