I try not to drink, 'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy Desperate ain't lonely Though I've been high Pockets are empty In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad
The letter I wrote, Took words from my throat I was saying Lay on the roadside I guess the mailman was drunk The message was urgent How lazy a state where you don't live no-one
So I try not to drink, 'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy Desperate ain't lonely Though I've been high Pockets are empty In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad
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