Drunk Lover

Alone was the right way to send you home

Three-deep in the Bonneville

With a backseat mouth full of sleeping pills

But you chose the wrong time to let me know

That an image of shame and sin

Was about to come into the foreground

And I can taste what you're saying and I want more

Faith was the answer I was gunning for

But she was gone before I could even say it

I drew the lines while the colors bled and faded out

And I've never asked for more than I deserved

But you could have kept me from falling out

Inside the racing mouth of the river bed

And ours is a bridge that I'm prepared to burn

With a gallon of gasoline

And strike-on box full of misery

Well I can taste what you're saying and I need more

Faith was the answer I was gunning for

But she was gone like the water from a fountain

I felt the incidence of time as it counted down

You cut the rope I was hanging from

I'm gonna push when it comes to shove

You broke the bottle I was drinking from