tilt your glasses steepnand drain them if you're like menfilled up with apathynworn out, accepting defeatnnconcur if you're at homenand you're getting drunk alonenin front of the tvnstone-faced and falling asleepnnand smile 'cause this one's for younand the trouble you've gotten intonthe darkness you're still working throughnand the dialogue that's haunting younni'll tell them what they'd want to hearni'm an expert, i've done this for yearsnthey say hurt people just keep hurting peoplenbut i've made my bed and i don't want to sleep in itnncome back, keep me aliveni won't touch you, but look in your eyesnand just lay there, my own separate sidenhoney, stay here, just slip into my arms