MUSIC FOR SALE

(Verse 1)
Sitting at the table where my companions torture me.
Accompanied by a glass that’s half empty
and remnants of lines that didn’t make it inside.
I try to pull myself together, but I can’t break free.

(Chorus)
I hope you don’t mind me calling, I won’t keep you long.
My companions lift me up only to drag me back down.
You were always good to me, wish I kept you around.
I know I’m never this honest, but I’m really going through it right now.

(Verse 2)
My shrink wants me to go back in time and take a deep look.
The people at the church house say to read the good book.
I don’t ever listen. I’m just not able.
I guess that’s why I always end up back at the table.
Surrounded by an audience as they shower me with praise
Only to take it all back and watch me wither away.

(Chorus)
I hope you don’t mind me calling, I won’t keep you long.
My companions lift me up only to drag me back down.
You were always good to me, wish I kept you around.
I know I’m never this honest, but I’m really going through it right now.

(Bridge)
A prisoner of my mind, a victim of hope.
Scared to move forward, so I never let go.
I've tried so many things, and I can’t seem to win.
I always end up at the table with my cocaine and gin.

(Chorus)
I hope you don’t mind me calling, I won’t keep you long.
My companions lift me up only to drag me back down.
You were always good to me, wish I kept you around.
I know I’m never this honest, but I’m really going through it right now.

(Outro)
I hope you don’t mind me calling, I won’t keep you long.
Maybe you could come over and lend me a hand.
I don’t need a companion, I just need a friend.