Because it's Sunday. Because you're in rehab. Because I love you.
Women love the liquor.
Women don't love themselves.
Women love them men that don't love them.
Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
Self-destructing the only thing they have for themselves-themselves.
Mesmerized by that clear drinking alcohol.
Drinking Miller Low-Life, the champaign of death.
On top of martini on top of martini on top of martini.
I drew because I love you.
I drew because I can't change you for you.
I drew because I love what you can't love yourself.
I drew train tracks without a train.
I drew Jesus and his cross on a distant cloud far away.
I drew your heart sucking you back away from the drink.
Because it's Sunday. Because I love you. Because you're in rehab.
