It`s Sunday morning but my church was the bar last night
I`m licking the wounds that suggest things didn`t go quite right
The ashtrays overflowing with lies and half-truths
The bottle is empty baby there ain`t no sign of you
On the bright side things couldn`t get much worse
On the bright side maybe it`s a blessing not curse
A blessing not a curse
Tuesday morning comes quickly when you treat Monday night like a whore
Another in the long list of times I should have shown myself to the door
In the shelter of these walls where I will try and win you back
I`m as fragile as a china doll covered with scars and cracks
On the bright side things couldn`t get much worse
On the bright side maybe it`s a blessing not curse
A blessing not a curse
That look upon your face well it tells me that it`s over
And as you walk away you give a look over your shoulder
On the bright side things couldn`t get much worse
On the bright side maybe it`s a blessing not curse
A blessing not a curse