I don't come around

Never call or let her know

I got a life of my own

You know I hate to be around her

When she's like that

I wrote a song once about her

Called "The Brides Have Hit Glass"

You know it just won't last

To be on top of your own world

With no guardrails to cling to

You fall so very fast

It's very odd to find her up again

Staking out expansion

Seeking new exposure



And when she holds out an empty glass

And she comes for a handout

I ask for the same thing-it's sad

And I hold on so sure I can take all she can

Just to be around her

Just to feel bad



One day I will know

That's it's a waste of time

And there's a better road ahead of me

I just don't know how to make it there

So I'll just hang around and take my chance

Once again I'll roll the dice

And try to hang on to my shrinking paradise



And I'll hold out an empty glass

And I'll come for a handout

And I'll ask for the same thing-it's sad

And I'll hold on so confident

That's it all I can give

To try to find my way back

Just to hit glass