holding fast until
the rent checks wear thin
because it hasn't sunk in, so far

when it's a drab routine
the dust starts building
until it's hard to come clean

then my months stack up
to an attic crush
as if the drink weren't enough

a stagger cannot compete
there's no charm in being
a residential state street

and if I was sober
would I kill caution and stay over?
and if I was sober
would I rip hearts apart like paper?

I wish you could know
better than you show
with parted lips pointing down
that the whiskey soothes
more than you could ever do
and if I was sober
would I kill caution and stay over?
and if I was sober
would I rip hearts apart like paper?

what a difference it'd make
and what a different it'd make

and if I was sober
would I kill caution and stay over?
and if I was sober
would I rip hearts apart like paper?

what a difference it'd make
and what a different it'd make