She invites me over to her beautiful home And she sits on the floor while her dog's on a throne And she spends all night talking I never know what it is that she's trying to say
She tells me her stories All of them tall With a full glass in hand That she's bound to let fall But I know her excuses, I've heard them all So I'm doing my best to pretend
She calls me up when she's feeling well With some brand new ideas that she's keen to sell The smile on her face makes it hard to tell Just how long this is going to last All her demons come back to her fast They always do
She recommends books that I really should read If I plan to make changes in the life that I lead But in her situation it's hard to believe She's the one to be giving advice
It's late and I realise there's no more to say So I drink till I'm dry, I get on my way At the end of the night, at the end of the day There's a chance to start over again
She calls me up when she's feeling well With some brand new ideas that she's keen to sell The smile on her face makes it hard to tell Just how long this is going to last All her demons come back to her fast They always do |
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