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 [bad word] clean

Then the months stack up to an addictive [bad word] 
As if the drink weren't enough
stagger [bad word] 
There's no charm in being residential state street

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