THE ONLY FRIEND I TRUST COMES OUT OF A BOTTLE

After a few I lie back o­n the bed in my room. I o­nly have o­ne room.
And I kick my shoes off and stare at the ceiling.
Darlings I love you. My eyes chase each other round the room.

The o­nly friend I trust comes out of a bottle.

I don't want to know about waking up. I've closed the door because I enjoy drinking alone.

And I stare up at the ceiling.

The o­nly friend I trust comes out of a bottle.

Then I roll over and look at the wall; I know I have no future but what I have is now.
Big deal.
Better to stand o­n nothing than to have nothing at all.

The o­nly friend I trust comes out of a bottle.

Gone blind. There is no end. Don't knock o­n the door because I won't answer. Have o­nly o­ne friend and they are with me now.