i don t come around never call to let her know i got a life of my own you know i hate to be around her when she s like that i wrote a song once about her called the brides have hit glass you know it just won t last to be on top of your own world with no guardrails to cling to you fall so very fast it s very odd to find her up again staking out expansion seeking new exposure and when she holds out an empty glass and she comes for a handout i ask for the same thing it s sad and i hold on so sure i can take all she can just to be around her just to feel bad one day i will know that s it s a waste of time and there s a better road ahead of me i just don t know how to make it there so i ll just hang around and take my chance once again i ll roll the dice and try to hang on to my shrinking paradise and i ll hold out an empty glass and i ll come for a handout and i ll ask for the same thing it s sad and i ll go on so confident that it s all i can give just to find my way again just to hit glass