Drink My Fill

It's hard making friends when nobody's there
Just a sidewalk full of mirrors and vacant stares
It's hard to share your thoughts when nobody cares
except the creepy psychotherapists selling their wares
And it's hard to hear my heart above all this noise
It's hard to keep filling the void with drugs and toys

But right now there ain't nothing that I wouldn't sell
if for just one night I could dim the lights of Hell
I'd take back every wasted tip and every drop I ever spilled
And I'd walk right back to that bar and drink my fill

It's late and the bars are closing in on me
But here you come, giving me reason to believe
So, the morning light is dancing in your eyes
but deep inside, I know the sun will never rise
Now it's late again and the bars are made of steel
and I'm praying again to something that just ain't real

But right now there ain't nothing that I wouldn't sell
if for just one night I could dim the lights of Hell
I'd take back every wasted tip and every drop I ever spilled
And I'd walk right back to that bar and drink my fill