I stopped into a club 

I thought I'd see a show 

Everyone was there 

At least everyone I know 

Their knickers in a knot 

Their hands upon their heart 

The best they'd ever seen 

The greatest work of art 

I wished that it was me.... 



It's bleaker than you think 

I'm running out of ink 

Give a guy a break 

This is what it takes 

To drive a man to drink 



A party at a friend's 

Toronto's coolest scene 

I thought I'd bring a tape 

To show them where I'd been 

And listen for a while 

The lyrics made them smile 

They said that it was fine 

Although it's not the style 

I said it wasn't me 



Once upon a time 

I couldn't get enough 

Until I made it big 

And that's when it got rough 

Dissapointed now 

Perhaps a bit surprised 

To look them in the face 

And see it in their eyes 

They wish it wasn't me 



It's bleaker than you think 

I'm running out of ink 

Give a guy a break 

This is what it takes 

To drive a man to drink 



I used to hold you close 

You used to tell me things 

You never told a soul 

Until you heard me sing 

The details of your life 

Condensed into a song 

The neighbor and his wife 

Work out and sing along 

And you can't look at me 



It's bleaker than you think 

I'm running out of ink 

Give a guy a break 

This is what it takes 

To drive a man to drink 



Could song be an alibi 

A lyric replacement for falling in love 

But now that the well is dry 

I can't understand what I've been singing of... 



Do you know what it is to love? 

To really love? 

To really love.... 

Do I? 



I cycled by your house 

I saw you on the lawn 

I see you all the time 

Now that you are gone 

I tried to call your name 

But something made me stop 

I call you once a day 

Until you call the cops 

And told them it was me 



I filled a plastic bag 

with everything I wrote 

I threw it off a bridge 

and thought that it would float. 

The water made it sink 

the bag was bleeding ink. 

I wished that I could swim 

I wished that I could drink 

I wished that it was me. 



It's bleaker than you think 

I'm running out of ink 

Give a guy a break 

This is what it takes 

To drive a man to drink 

I'm running out of ink 

Give a guy a break 

This is what it takes 

To drive a man to drink 

To drive a man to drink 

To drive a man to drink