He'd always wake up on the couch down there
Empty bottles and disheveled hair
We'd go out drinking back when we were friends
He'd still be drinking at the morning bend
And I didn't try to stop him from living a lie
Comes a time gets easy to cry
Caught up, spun out, in his whirlwind ways
Tossed his talent and spit in its face
And in the morning when he'd make amends
Reassuring it won't happen again
Close your eyes, know it's ok if you cry
Comes a time we all pass by
When you can't place love and you're waiting to die
I wanna wake up on the couch down there
His head in my lap, my hands in his hair
I wanna feel a wild wind again
Rearranging what happened back then
Oh I don't mind watching the world pass me by
As time goes on, gets easy to lie
I've said that I'm trying but I'm living a lie