Lirama

On liquor I’ll spend my last dime

Sunday morning, 8am
Just cursing myself again
Drinking like each one might be my last

Blurred memories of making toasts
Too much beer and talk-show hosts
Funny then, but that’s fading fast

Here’s to waking up at night
Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road
You’re still thinking
That you can’t go on like this
Headed for a break down

You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, ‘cause I can’t live
Thanks for tomorrow, ‘cause I’ve had enough
Well, it’d do me just fine to make it through the night
On liquor I’ll spend my last dime

(NOTE: on the demo version of this song the first line of the
above stanza is “You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, ‘cause I
can’t live with today,” which makes more sense)

A worried man drinks a healthy drink
But he drinks nine or ten until he’s done
Then he’ll tell you his life story
But he won’t stop until he’s told you and everyone

Well here’s to waking up at night
Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road
You’re still thinking
That you can’t go on like this
Before I break down

You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, ‘cause I can’t live
Thanks for tomorrow, ‘cause I’ve had enough
Well, it’d do me just fine to make it through the night
On liquor I’ll spend my last dime

Blurred memories of making toasts
Too much beer and talk-show hosts
Funny then, but that’s fading fast

Here’s to waking up at night
Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road
You’re still thinking
That you can’t go on like this
Before I break down

You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, ‘cause I can’t live
Thanks for tomorrow, ‘cause I’ve had enough
Well, it’d do me just fine to make it through the night
On liquor I’ll spend my last dime