Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin
because it hasn't sunk in... so far.


Well it's a drab routine, the dust starts building
until it's hard to come clean.


Then the months stack up to an addict crutch
As if the drink weren't enough
A stagger cannot compete

There's no charm in being residential state street

And if I was sober

could I kill caution and stay over
And if I was sober
would I rip hearts apart like paper?


I wish you could know better than you show
with parted lips pointed down

That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do.

And if I was sober

Could I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?


What a difference it made
What a difference it made


And if I was sober
Could I kill caution and stay over?

And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?


What a difference it made
What a difference it made