emptyharbour

lonely at the only
clawing through the smoke
the poets are so hip they don't even write poems
if i knew what was wrong i'd let you know
buy me a drink I don't want to drink alone
so full of worry i just need to sleep
its not that i've been crying its just that my eyes leak
if i knew what was wrong i'd let you know
buy me a drink i don't want to go home alone
there will be nothing; nothing amiss at all
all the boys with their sticky hands
regulars with getaway plans
my beer smile meets your rye cheer
who here is having the harder year
no one i guess
no mirror in the washroom
do you remember when the flood
filled the cellars up with water
covered windows up in mud
and lonely at the only
third night out of three
its not that i've been crying its just that my eyes leak
if i knew what was wrong i'd let you know.