She Only Calls Me on Sundays

She only calls me on Sundays

When she's had her fill

Of red wine and cigarettes

And prescription pills

Someday soon

She'll be going somewhere else

She reached for the bottle and the phone

The time we spent together

Is how we stay so strong

I'd give you all my possessions

To hold you in my arms

All the years I've wasted

All the glories worn

All the failures tasted

Couldn't bring you home

Someday soon

She'll be going somewhere else

She reached for the bottle and the phone

She reached for the bottle and the phone