it gets lonliest at night down at the liquor store beneath the neon sky six a m the floor comes alive with lice the pan s dried up so tight with hardened beans so i lean on you sometimes just to see you re still there these feet can t take the weight of one much less two and we hit concrete how were we born into this mess you know i painted you a prettier picture baby we got run out on a rail fell from the wagon to the night train i kissed the bottle i should ve been kissing you you wake up to an empty night with tears for two cigarettes they fill the gaps in our empty days in our broken teeth say mister can you spare a dime some change could make a change could buy some time or an ear to hear my story it s all i ve got this fiction beats the hell out of my truth this palm upturned burnt blue don t call it sunburn i ve been shaking on the job just one drink ahead of my past and there s a white light coming up and i draw the blinds hoping it ll pass but it won t pass boy i kissed the bottle i should ve been kissing you you wake up to an empty night with tears for two with tears for two