I'm Positive (I'm Not)

SO strange Ive never known how to be alone
You never pick up the phone you're never at home
So much so some would say that you're dead and gone
If its so let your ghost meet my bones under your front lawn

Strewn with rocks and leaves, buried a few feet
Decomposing our whole story is my chosen life to lead
And more and more it seems i see you every end of spring
Cause you still dig me up, and dust me off and help me breathe

Before these numbered streets get the best of me
I've decided that divided is the only thing we can be
But still I like to think i've just had too much too drink
And I'm still the one

And all these used to be's and former-lys
Are just worthless things to save in this sobered up economy
But still i'd like to think i can have myself a drink
Without holding on

Its so convincing steeped in Jim Beam
The moral of my story says you are what I need
But between the floor and sky lies the purgatory, life
So eternity to me would be the best hell god could find
How i'll become the champion of one day at a time
Is a mystery to me, because Beam is my paradigm
But sobriety to me would be the thing to save my life
But this world's just much more musical and sweet with a side of wine